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SerflySGR
My worst fears had come true: the tutor that I hired to teach my son was busy fucking my maid instead! What if
Adek
were to open the door and witness his tutor fucking our maid?
Anger got the better of me and I went forth to strike at Chester; how could he do such a thing in the privacy of my home? My fist connected with his body and Chester fell down, his fingers leaving the warm confines of Wanda’s privates. Then, without warning, I felt a spray of water gush at me. Wanda had squirted her love juice all over my body! Wanda collapsed to the floor. My eyes glued to her naked body convulsing on the floor. Of all the times we made love, Wanda had never squirted; this was indeed a sight for me!
Then I felt somebody shake me from the side.
“Aba! Wake up! There’s no Squirtle here, only got Pikachu!”
I heard my son’s voice ,
“Pika! Pika!”
he imitated the Pokémon’s catchphrase while all the while smiling at me. I noticed he was holding onto an empty cup. Apparently in my attempt to ‘strike Chester’, I had, in reality hit my son, causing him to spill water on me. That explained the ‘squirting’!
“Where’s your precious maid?”
It was then I realized that my mother was also in the room. That could also explain why I thought I
heard my son calling out in the distance for Wanda
; he actually was.
I guess Wanda had gone out to avoid meeting my mother.
“So who’s going to clear up this mess then?”
Mother continued her complaining. Sometimes I wonder what was the real problem Mother had with Wanda? Why did she have to act this way all the time?
Before I had time to ponder for a ‘perfect comeback’ at my mother or dwell on my silly dream, my hand phone rang. It was Fred. Talk about coincidence.
“Bro, hosay boh?”
Fred’s voice boomed but before I could offer an answer he continued,
“Chester got contact you or not? I tell you already, he’s quite the good tutor but the only bad thing is he’s a guy lah. So no neh neh for you to see. Too bad”
He jest. Sometimes I wonder how he stayed a manager in his company; had he been in mine, he would have been called up to HR for sexual harassment or at least sexual discrimination. With the (literally) wet dream fresh in my mind, I really had no intention of hiring Chester or inviting Fred to my home in future for that matter. Thinking of some lame excuse, I ended the call.
“Who was that?”
Mother asked.
“A friend. We need to get Adek a private tutor; his grades are failing”
I replied.
Mother nodded thoughtfully.
“Let me ask around. There should be some very good tutors in our neighborhood.”
An idle mind is the Devil’s workshop; with Mother’s mind preoccupied on searching for a tutor, she would place lesser emphasis on Wanda. Although
Adek
was not her only grandchild, he was one of her favorites. Getting her to source for a tutor was a great distraction. I mentally patted myself on the back.
“Let me change out of these wet clothes and then we can all go to the hospital to visit your mother.”
I said to my son,
“please bring along your homework so that you can do it at the rest area or else you stay at home to do it.”
“Nevermind, I stay at home.”
He chirped.
“Then your phone comes with me.”
I said.
My son made a face.
“Then later if got emergency, how to message you?”
I pointed to the cordless phone lying on the sofa,
“there is such a thing as a telephone, you know?”
I heard my son groan as I walked away.
“Come on Captain Ah Mary Kah,”
I shouted as I walked towards the bathroom,
“Ask not what your Aba can do for you but what you can do for your studies.”
“It’s Captain America! And he didn’t say those words; they were said by John Kennedy!”
he retorted. I smiled as I closed the bathroom door. My son’s really growing up.
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Sodannett
nicely written TS
Glad you approve
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dossear
Very well written, enjoyed it a lot!
Happy that you enjoyed my writing
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! Will try to update regularly
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So nice story, please keep going bro
Thanks
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! Comments from happy readers make me want to keep going.
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diputs1269
Oh no Wanda being violated, hope is not real but just a dream.
Alamak!
Bro diputs1269
, you are like my editor; you know all my tricks already but truth be told when I had that dream, it was surreal. Of course, for the sake of writing, some parts of the dream had to be ’touched up’. You da man!
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SerflySGR
“Let me change out of these wet clothes and then we can all go to the hospital to visit your mother.”
I said to my son,
“please bring along your homework so that you can do it at the rest area or else you stay at home to do it.”
“Nevermind, I stay at home.”
He chirped.
“Then your phone comes with me.”
I said.
My son made a face.
“Then later if got emergency, how to message you?”
I pointed to the cordless phone lying on the sofa,
“there is such a thing as a telephone, you know?”
I heard my son groan as I walked away.
“Come on Captain Ah Mary Kah,”
I shouted as I walked towards the bathroom,
“Ask not what your Aba can do for you but what you can do for your studies.”
“It’s Captain America! And he didn’t say those words; they were said by John Kennedy!”
he retorted. I smiled as I closed the bathroom door. My son’s really growing up.
By the time we got to the hospital, Mother and I were informed that my wife already had 3 visitors so either myself or my mother was allowed to visit her. The hospital regulates that each patient was only allowed 4 visitors at any one time. I was puzzled as to who might our 3 mystery guests?
The mystery was solved the moment I got to my wife’s bedside. Standing around her was a committee of vultures. Oops! I meant her sisters. If you ever read the story of Cinderella, you’d probably won’t need any introduction to these ladies; each one as devious as the other.
I remember when I was wooing my wife during my NS days, I used to drive my father’s Mercedes. When they got wind of it, they thought I was a golden goose. I remembered how they all clamored to gain attention from me. If I recall properly, one of them was already engaged but was openly flirting with me. Among the 4, my wife was the only angel - so pure, so innocent. Sometimes it made me wonder that if they were so scheming, would they still trade their bodies to get what they wanted in life?
“Abang! You are here! I was just telling your wife to take care of herself,”
Nadia cooed. I nodded at her statement and mouthed a “thank you” at her. Nadia was the leader of the pack and the most manipulative.
“Dear,”
my wife said as she struggled to get up. Nadia hastily got to my wife’s side and help prop her up. “Careful sister, you are still weak. If you need any help, let us know.” Nadia said.
“Thank you dear sister.”
my wife said to Nadia and then turned her attention back to me,
“Dear, my sisters were planning a trip overseas. As the mid year holidays are around the corner, they would like to Adek along.”
“Would you also like to join us?”
Nadia cut in,
“We could use this chance to catch up on old times and it would be a good chance for sis to get some fresh air, outside of Singapore.”
I wanted to say something but she cut me off again,
“All expenses paid.”
she said,
“the 3 of us will share all expenses - air tickets, hotel lodging, food - you just bring yourselves there. Think of it as our way to show our appreciation to all the things sis has done for us.”
I smiled at Nadia and then glanced at my wife who was now beaming; blood was thicker than water, after all.
“What do you think, sayang?”
I asked my wife.
“Getting some fresh air sounds good to me; I don’t know how long more I can live,”
she said before she broke down into sobs. Her sisters swooped down to her side, patting her on her hands and shoulders, consoling her.
“Please don’t say this sister. If there is anybody who should die, it’s us. We are sorry we have not been taking care of you all these years.”
Nadia lamented. Annie and Sophie also nodded in unison.
“Yes, please forgive us.”
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“Would you also like to join us?”
Nadia cut in,
“We could use this chance to catch up on old times and it would be a good chance for sis to get some fresh air, outside of Singapore.”
I wanted to say something but she cut me off again,
“All expenses paid.”
she said,
“the 3 of us will share all expenses - air tickets, hotel lodging, food - you just bring yourselves there. Think of it as our way to show our appreciation to all the things sis has done for us.”
I smiled at Nadia and then glanced at my wife who was now beaming; blood was thicker than water, after all.
“What do you think, sayang?”
I asked my wife.
“Getting some fresh air sounds good to me; I don’t know how long more I can live,”
she said before she broke down into sobs. Her sisters swooped down to her side, patting her on her hands and shoulders, consoling her.
“Please don’t say this sister. If there is anybody who should die, it’s us. We are sorry we have not been taking care of you all these years.”
Nadia lamented. Annie and Sophie also nodded in unison.
“Yes, please forgive us.”
I begin to wonder why people start to regret only later in life? Why can’t they realize this sooner? Why do they have to wait for one family member to be either dead or dying to realize that life is just too short? I clenched my fists; I suddenly realized all the pent up hatred that I have for these three women standing before me. All 3 of them - Nadia, Annie and Sophie - were in stark contrast to my wife; they were all dolled up to the nines, had branded bags and wore clothes from the finest fashion houses while my wife just wore anything that was comfortable, even if it meant
Pasar Malam
clothes. She looked like an “aunty” standing next to them but she was “my aunty” and I loved her. Tears welled up in my eyes.
I felt a hand placed on mine. I jerked back into reality.
“Abang, I know you don’t like us and we might have our differences. But surely you are more magnanimous than that, right?”
Nadia continued to whisper softly in my ear,
“we all know that this illness is inherent in our family and my sister’s days are numbered. Surely you won’t let your pride or old scores to stand in the way of her happiness; don’t you want her remaining days to be filled with happy memories? If not for us, can’t you at least put on a good show for your wife?”
she asked.
I forgot how ‘persuasive’ Nadia was; she could sell ice to an Eskimo! When she put it across to me like that, what kind of man would I be to deny my wife and her sisters of a ‘reunion’?
Not waiting for a response from me, like a persistent sales girl, Nadia continued her ‘sales pitch’,
“If you don’t trust your wife with us, Adek and you can come along. What can we do to her when the 2 of you are around us?”
she asked.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,”
I countered,
“but we have a maid now and it’s not convenient to leave her alone at home and I am not sure how to go about to apply permit for her to travel with us or could we ‘care her of to another family while we are away?’”
Frankly, I had not expected this turn of events. On one hand, I was looking forward to an overseas holiday; Wanda tagging along was a bonus. But with the watchful eyes of these 3 women, it was difficult to have some ‘alone time’ with Wanda without them suspecting or worse, lowing the whistle. If I wanted to leave Wanda behind, where could I house her? I couldn’t just leave her at home right? Leaving her with my mother was a bad option, knowing how much my mother disliked her. On the other hand, it would be a good idea to send the whole family off while I (as
Bro ml1138
put it)
have have a fine time with Wanda
here in Singapore (see
post #539
above). Great minds think alike!
I was contemplating my next move when Nadia made the decision for me,
“Then you stay home with the maid,”
she said,
“she’s here to work, not to holiday with us. And I know how troublesome it is to place her in another home. What if she breaks people’s things? Leceh lah!”
she exclaimed.
“Actually,”
I interrupted,
“she was hired, partially to take care of my wife and son……”
“Which, I am sure the 3 of us, as sisters and mothers, are more than capable to manage both of them. There are only 2 of them and 3 of us. I am sure we can manage.”
Nadia assured me,
“besides, Adek is a very well-behaved boy and very independent. I am sure he will be easy to manage? Anyway, it’s only a few days?
I acted hesitant. I had to play the part of concerned husband and father and downplay my glee; I was able to spend a few days alone with Wanda. We could have our own holiday; I could book a stay-cation at RWS or MBS or we could go cycling at Pulau Ubin? We could draw the curtains and fuck in every single room in our flat; do a ‘Michael Douglas and Glenn Close’ in the kitchen! My mind went wild with ideas!
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“Actually, as much as we promised to take care of all expenses, we were hoping that you pay for your own fare and that of your maid, if you decide to bring her along.”
Nadia finally said.
“You also have to be fair to us, right? You cannot expect us to pay for everything, right? As you know, we are all not working and we depend on our husbands for allowance. How would they feel if they came to find out that we took their hard-earned money to pay for you plus your maid, to go on holiday with us, hmm?
Now there was the Nadia that I knew. Shrewd and calculative.
“I’ll let my wife decided,”
I said. If there was something I learnt while working, it’s to leave the decision-making to other people so that if there was a slip-up, the decision wasn’t made by you and you would be exonerated from all blame. I smiled at her and gave her a heartfelt “thank you”.
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SerflySGR
“Actually, as much as we promised to take care of all expenses, we were hoping that you pay for your own fare and that of your maid, if you decide to bring her along.”
Nadia finally said.
“You also have to be fair to us, right? You cannot expect us to pay for everything, right? As you know, we are all not working and we depend on our husbands for allowance. How would they feel if they came to find out that we took their hard-earned money to pay for you plus your maid, to go on holiday with us, hmm?
Now there was the Nadia that I knew. Shrewd and calculative.
“I’ll let my wife decided,”
I said. If there was something I learnt while working, it’s to leave the decision-making to other people so that if there was a slip-up, the decision wasn’t made by you and you would be exonerated from all blame. I smiled at her and gave her a heartfelt “thank you”.
As I said, blood was thicker than water; my wife was more than happy (in fact ‘grateful’ would be a better word to describe her feelings) to be spending the holidays with her sisters. The decision being made by the sisters, I could not be blamed or faulted should anything turned sour. When I told my son about the free trip, he was overjoyed. I felt a tinge of guilt as their reaction made me feel that I have somewhat failed to provide them with a ‘happy life’.
As soon as my wife was discharged, plans were being made for their impending trip. They had a meeting in my home; country names were being thrown around - Japan, Korea, Taiwan, Philippines, Indonesia, Vietnam; the list goes on. They debated over whether it should be a ‘free-and-easy’ trip or a packaged tour; whether they should stay in the city or a resort. Their joyous mood made me a bit jealous so I excused myself and retreated to the study room.
Wanda was the only one to notice my mood change; neither my wife nor son did pay attention to how I felt the whole time, making me feel all the more sore.
“Jangan marah,”
Wanda consoled me,
“I stay Singapore with you, ok?”
“Are you not sad that you cannot go overseas with them?”
I asked, brushing her consolation aside.
“Mengapa sedih?”
she asked,
“I not sad. Together you, I more happy. Singapore together you - more happy”
she chirped.
How can such sweet words not melt your heart? I wonder if any local girls would be just as sweet as Wanda? As best as I can recall, even when I was dating my wife, she never did utter such words and when I tried saying mushy things to her, she would always accuse me of ‘uttering rubbish’ or being ‘fake’. I wanted to hug Wanda but the study room door suddenly opened.
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ml1138
all wayang only in front of your wife…in your mind you should let your sils to take care of your wife and you yourself will have a fine time with wanda..
That’s what I told her
Bro ml1138
but she didn’t believe me; said I was being judegmental and petty. Anyway, I agree with on the ‘fine time’ idea. In fact, I even
mentioned you
in my story. LOL
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Thanks for updates TS
You are most welcome
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Keep it up bro
I will try
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but starting tomorrow new supervisor in town so I guess my updates may be a bit slower.
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Wonderful updates here, Wanda is all yours to enjoy.
And my updates are for all of you to enjoy, especially you
Bro diputs1269
; most of your ideas have been spot-on!
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Looking forward to TS’s next update
Sorry you guys have to wait for the ’next update’ cos got new ‘boss’ in town today
Bro Banezir
. Hope can put in a post (or two) shortly
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Nice thread TS, support!
Thank you for your support,
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Looking forward to more enjoying updates.
And I am enjoying your enjoying
Bro diputs1269
! Can I hire you as my scriptwriter? Cos your ideas also quite good one
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SerflySGR
Wanda was the only one to notice my mood change; neither my wife nor son did pay attention to how I felt the whole time, making me feel all the more sore.
“Jangan marah,”
Wanda consoled me,
“I stay Singapore with you, ok?”
“Are you not sad that you cannot go overseas with them?”
I asked, brushing her consolation aside.
“Mengapa sedih?”
she asked,
“I not sad. Together you, I more happy. Singapore together you - more happy”
she chirped.
How can such sweet words not melt your heart? I wonder if any local girls would be just as sweet as Wanda? As best as I can recall, even when I was dating my wife, she never did utter such words and when I tried saying mushy things to her, she would always accuse me of ‘uttering rubbish’ or being ‘fake’. I wanted to hug Wanda but the study room door suddenly opened.
Instinctively, I took a bag of my wife’s medication and passed it to Wanda,
“Please count properly,”
I instructed her,
“Later need to separate - morning, afternoon and evening - three groups.”
“So you are Wanda,”
Nadia said, looking at Wanda,
“I heard many good things about you from my sister.”
Turning to look at me, she asked,
“So how is your Sir treating you? Your Sir good?”
“Ya, Sir good man”
was Wanda’s short reply.
“Since you are doing a good job, does your Sir reward you?”
At this juncture, I was fearful that Wanda might blurt out that her “Sir” had bought her a hand phone, expensive perfume and lots of clothes but Nadia, being Nadia, didn’t give Wanda a chance to reply. Instead, she continued her monologue,
“Maybe you should follow us on a holiday instead!”
she offered as she eyed me. Had both our absence from the hall made her suspect something was amiss? I wanted to say something but I held back as I didn’t know what card she was playing.
Wanda stood there dumbfounded. I wondered if she couldn’t understand Nadia’s heavily accented English or she just didn’t know how to answer her question?
Seeing she could not garner any response from Wanda, she turned her attention to me,
“Wanda go holiday with us, you ok, right, Abang?”
The gears in my head began to turn. If Wanda was to go overseas with them then I would be left all alone in Singapore; what would I do then? Nadia wasn’t willing to ‘pay extra’ for me, why would be so willing to pay for Wanda? I guess this was her tactic to squeeze some money from me to pay for Wanda’s ‘reward’. Who knows? Maybe she inflate the bill a bit more and I end up subsidizing for my wife and my son also? In the end, I end up paying for the bulk of the expenses while ‘on paper’, the 3 of them were the ones who ‘paid for everything’. If not, what was her agenda? Why else would she suddenly bring up this topic about Wanda?
Don’t tell me my sister-in-law suspect Wanda and I are having an affair?
I had to play my cards close to my chest. I decided to call her bluff.
“Sure! Why not?”
I replied confidently. At the back of my head I started thinking of how I could avoid having to pay for Wanda’s fare as I really didn’t want her to go. I tried to hide my uneasiness by giving Nadia one of my biggest smile.
“You sure or not, Abang?” If your maid not around, who’s going to wash your underwear?"
Nadia teased.
“I wash myself lah! Last time when I was serving my National Service, I also had to wash my own uniform and clothes. You think I made your sister wash for me?”
I retorted.
“Wah! So independent! Men like you are so hard to find these days!”
I could feel Nadia’s words heavily peppered with sarcasm.
I gave her a hearty laugh, cursing her in my mind,
“I wish I could take my cock out right now and smack your painted face hard with it!”
Nadia began to laugh uneasily; all the while taking a few wayward glances at Wanda who seemed embarrassed at our exchanges at her expense. When the laughter died down, she continued,
“You really don’t mind if we brought Nadia along so that she could help take care of your wife and son?”
So
that
was why she wanted to Wanda to tag along; all that talk about being
more than capable to manage both of them
was just idle talk. What
Bro ml1138
said was correct - these 3 sisters
all wayang only in front of my wife
. At the end of the day, they are just lazy bums; only know how to open their mouths and their legs. I felt my temper rising but I kept reminding myself that I had to keep my cool; neither could I rebut her on her earlier claims (on being able to take care of my wife) as I would appear to be petty nor could I give her the impression that I wanted Wanda to stay behind as it would appear I have a ‘hidden agenda’.
I felt I was fighting a losing battle.
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SerflySGR
Nadia began to laugh uneasily; all the while taking a few wayward glances at Wanda who seemed embarrassed at our exchanges at her expense. When the laughter died down, she continued,
“You really don’t mind if we brought Nadia along so that she could help take care of your wife and son?”
So
that
was why she wanted to Wanda to tag along; all that talk about being
more than capable to manage both of them
was just idle talk. What
Bro ml1138
said was correct - these 3 sisters
all wayang only in front of my wife
. At the end of the day, they are just lazy bums; only know how to open their mouths and their legs. I felt my temper rising but I kept reminding myself that I had to keep my cool; neither could I rebut her on her earlier claims (on being able to take care of my wife) as I would appear to be petty nor could I give her the impression that I wanted Wanda to stay behind as it would appear I have a ‘hidden agenda’.
I felt I was fighting a losing battle.
It was a stalemate; both Nadia and I were waiting for the other party to make the first move. It was like a game of ‘see who blink first’ and I wasn’t about to lose this round!
“Aba!”
my son shouted. I heard footsteps running towards the study room,
“Look at all the nice photos of the resort we will be staying in!”
“Don’t run! Later you fall down.”
I shouted back as I walked in the direction of his voice. This was a great excuse for me to exit the room. Once I am out, I will think of a way to ‘save’ Wanda. I could not call her to follow me out immediately as that would be too obvious.
“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!”
Nadia made a face,
“You can’t blame your son for feeling excited about his holiday, can you?”
I ignored Nadia’s comment as I walked out of the room. As the door closed behind me, I caught a glimpse of Nadia reaching out to touch Wanda’s elbow. I wanted to turn back to ‘save’ Wanda but that would make things even more awkward so I left things as they were.
I made my way back to the ‘main group’ but their discussion seemed to have died down; they were merely browsing through photographs on the internet.
“So have you guys decided where you want to go?”
I asked.
Without their ring leader, Annie and Sophie appeared friendlier.
“Still cannot decide lah Bang. So many choices, so little time.”
Annie said.
Yah lah! How I wish I could go to all the places and then come back 3 months later!"
Sophie chimed in.
I nodded in agreement. Who doesn’t want to be on a holiday permanently?
Nadia came back to join the group. I noticed that Wanda was still in the study room but I made no effort to ask Nadia of Wanda’s whereabouts nor did I go to the study room to find her. I was afraid I would give myself away. I remained where I was, trying to engage in some small talk with the 3 sisters. As it was getting late, the 3 of them took their leave.
Not wanting to appear a bad host, I offered to send them home.
“In what? Your Hyundai Matrix? It’s not really an MPV, you know?”
Nadia mocked. With their head honcho back in the game, the other 2 sisters regained their ‘form’
“Abang, I know Matrix is Pininfarina design,”
Sophie said, trying to imitate an Italian accent,
“but it’s not a Ferrari!”
“Alamak! Just go Sungei Road and buy a Ferrari sticker and paste on the bonnet - instant Ferrari!”
Annie suggested.
The 3 sisters had a good laugh. At my expense.
Seething with anger, I gave the three a plastic grin,
“I know I am not driving luxury cars like your husbands but at least I am home with my wife.”
I said, trying to take a dig back at them but they just shrugged my remark off.
I turned to my wife, hoping that she would come to my ‘rescue’ but she just laughed along with them.
“Well, since you don’t need a lift from me then at least let me send you downstairs?”
I offered again, trying to keep my cool.
“Nevermind, it’s ok. Have a good night!”
Nadia waved me off, as if to banish me away.
I wanted to slam the door but my wife caught hold it just in time. She gave me a look and shook her head. I threw my hands up and walked away. Stupid bitches. Good riddance lah!
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“Well, since you don’t need a lift from me then at least let me send you downstairs?”
I offered again, trying to keep my cool.
“Nevermind, it’s ok. Have a good night!”
Nadia waved me off, as if to banish me away.
I wanted to slam the door but my wife caught hold it just in time. She gave me a look and shook her head. I threw my hands up and walked away. Stupid bitches. Good riddance lah!
“Alamak!”
my son shouted,
“Aunty left her phone behind!”
one of the bitches must have left her branded hand phone on the sofa. Ha ha ha!
My son raced passed me, towards my wife who was still at the doorway. But by that time, the 3 bitches have already taken the lift down.
Looking at my wife I said sarcastically,
“You send it down lah! Your sisters mah!”
“Hurry up lah! You send lah!”
my wife said impatiently,
“later they go off already then very leceh to send to their home.”
“They so rich, they can get a courier to come collect the phone.”
I shot back.
“Hurry up lah! I’m not wearing bra, how to go down like this?”
that last statement made our son giggle. If she had not mention it, I also did not notice. Was my wife not wearing bra the whole time?
In the end, as ‘punishment’ for giggling, we made our son run down to return the phone.
“Don’t run so fast,”
I shouted after my son as he raced down the stairs,
“if you can’t return the phone, then the phone becomes yours!”
I said laughingly.
My wife left the gate unlocked but closed the door. She walked towards me and gave my arm a playful slap,
“Jahat tau?”
she giggled. I stuck my tongue out at her. Her action made smile. She used to be a lively and playful girl. But that was another lifetime, before we had our son. I reached forward to cup her breasts. I remembered that motherhood had made them swell up. I squeezed and fondled them. I felt my member stir as memories of our love-making flash through my mind. My happiness was short-lived. I received another smack. This time it was harder and ’less friendly’.
“Stop this nonsense.”
she said firmly.
“You are already a father. Can’t you behave yourself?
she asked.
“Ouch! Pain lah!”
I shouted at her.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I waved her off before she could answer and walked away, angered by her sudden reaction. What was wrong with her? Why did she always have to react in this way?
Suddenly I remembered: Where’s Wanda? Was she still in the study room alone? Having ended our exchange on a sour note, I couldn’t stand to be anywhere near my wife. Picking up what was left of my pride, I walked towards the study room.