Chapter 3: Wedding Ring
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There seems to be a time where people hit their own dead end. Thinking what is the best way to solve that problem using our limited brain. We will keep on contemplating, pondering, wondering when will it pass. When will be the time for us to be happy again, to be free from all of our problems?
But it seems impossible as life itself is already full of them. Sometimes, I wish I can leave all of that and be free. Let go all of the problems and just disappear. Don't get me wrong, I never think of doing something crazy like jumping out of the building or hanging myself to the ceiling. Well, sometimes I want to when my wife suddenly shove the overdue bills to my face while yelling how much of incompetent husband I am.
The woman that once kept on complimenting me for any small things that I achieved turns into someone I barely knew. The woman that vows to be by my side through up and downs suddenly stepping on me, unappreciated all my efforts to make her happy.
It's frustrating, you know? To wake up every day with someone you barely know by your side. When you open your eyes, all you see is a pair of orbs that keeps on belittling you. I often wonder, what did I see from her? What made me fall head over heels for her?
She was once a woman that I called as an angel. She was once the woman that I vowed to be forever with. But slowly, I can feel all of that begins to change. The tension whenever we're in the same space, the suffocating feeling whenever she's beside me. All of it makes me doubt the younger me, who decided to accept all of that woman imperfections. Is this going to be the path that I will walk on for the rest of my life? Honestly, Do I want to walk on this path? Thinking about it just making my headache intensify, making me heaves as I try to ease down the pain.
"First time here?"
A baritone voice suddenly speaks, making me turn towards the sound. A man, who visibly looks a bit older than me is now sitting beside me while ordering his own whiskey on the rocks to the bartender. The watch on his wrist glints underneath the warm light of the bar. It looks very expensive, with the gold chain band and the case surrounding the black dial. I can see the logo of the watch. Crown logo, so it's a Rolex watch. He then turns to my direction, making me move my attention to his face. Damn, rich people surely are different. He looks so handsome by only showing his perfectly white teeth to me, "You look lonely and frustrated. Figured you might want someone to have a drink with."
I pay attention to the older man beside me, who wears a perfectly tailored suit that looks a hundred times more expensive than my own thrift-shop ill-fitting suit. His cat-shaped eyes are squinting, making them looks like a pair of crescent moons. His pale skin looks so smooth as the light reflects on it, making him look more ethereal than necessary. Tall bridge nose and thin lips that are now curving up are placed perfectly on his chiselled face. Obviously, this man seems to be someone of high status.
I shrug, "I don't mind. Suit yourself" as I sip my own whiskey. I notice he keeps on looking at my wedding ring with amazement, making me slide off my hand and hide it under the table. His onyx orbs gaze back to me as his smile never leaves his face, "Trouble at paradise?"
I snort, not answering his question. Then I can feel him scooting closer to me and put his own veiny hand in front of me, showing the small gold metal band that perfectly wraps his ring finger. I glance at him, "You as well?"
He shrugs at me, chuckling as he sips his beverage, "More like no trouble at all. Too quiet that it makes it so boring."
His statement peak my interest, "Isn't that nice, though? It's way better to have such a life without any problems. I can see that you're one of the people who have that privilege. While look at me, struggling to provide food on the table." then I snort and mutter, "But here I am, wasting more than a penny for a glass of whiskey as if I have enough money to spent."
He then chuckles beside me, "A glass is necessary for the sake of your sanity. So it's not a waste." He then moves his veiny hands and begins to look towards it while moving his digits. He slowly lifts his hand, looking at the wedding band that wraps nicely on his ring finger, "Have you ever wonder if your younger self had made the correct decision? That this is the correct path for your present self?"
He then smiles while still gazing at the metal, "I was so happy that time, to be able to call the woman that I love as my wife. Vowing together to be side by side for eternity. But as time passes, I begin to question my own feelings. Whether all of it is true, that all of it is not only my imagination. That these past 7 years, my feeling still stays the same." Then he chuckles, "But obviously, it wasn't. I don't know when it had changed. When was I begins to see her as a stranger in our own home? Whether she was really the one I was crazy for."
"Is it because of our ego as a man? That once we had attained something that we desired, the thing become meaningless to us?" then he turns his onyx eyes, gazing at mine, "Or is it because the feeling of love is only an image that has an expire time on it? Is that why I begin to not loving her anymore?"
His baritone voice and onyx orbs start to enchant me, making me feel something that I shouldn't feel towards others but her. A special feeling that is only meant for her. I can hear my heart beating hard in my ears, tuning out any sound around me. He slowly tilts his head as his hand slowly go towards me. His warm fingers gently touch my cheek, sending shivers to my body. The gentle brush of his digits slowly replaced by his wide palms, making me flutter close my eyes. I can feel the small coldness of his wedding ring between his warm skin. The contrast feeling of the hard and soft surface makes me slowly let out a shaky breath.
"You're beautiful." He softly says to me, making me gaze back to his tantalising onyx eyes. I can see adoration swirling in the pair, making my skin feeling warmer than usual. The heat makes me want to open everything that I have on me and claim the desiring adonis in front of me.
His onyx eyes turn his attention to my parted lips. I can see his own thin lips quiver as his eyes pondering. Then his body moves closer, colliding his sturdy shoulder to mine. I once again close my eyes, letting the perfect lips touch mine. The tender skin begins to nibble my lower lip, making it swollen because of the sucking and biting from him.
At that moment, my mind goes blank. All I can think of is to devour the seduction of the man offers to me. Nothing seems matters, including who I am and who I belong to.
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