Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Facts of Life

something interesting i read...

>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
> in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out
> of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then
> plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
> > This was the scene of ten years ago.
> > The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,
> I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
> steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a
> civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
> at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
> > Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
> more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
> > Dew came into my life.
> > It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
> behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was
> the apartment I bought for her.
> > Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
> words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
> said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
> Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
> wife. But I couldn t help doing so.
> > I moved Dew s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
> O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was > unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
> moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used > to be something impossible to me.
> > However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
> how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,
> she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was
> sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched
> TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew s
> body. This was the means of my entertainment.
> > One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
> will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
> Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from
> her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was > serious.
> > When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the
> staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide > something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She
> gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
> > Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
> together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
> > When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something
> to tell you, I said.
> > She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
> Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
> what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
> > She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
> softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
> answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
> me, you are not a man!
> > At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
> wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
> give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
> > With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
> that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
> glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.
> The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger
> one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
> > Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
> to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
> divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
> clearer.
> > A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her
> writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I
> found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
> > She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me,
> but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in
> the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was
> simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she
> didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.
> > She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do
> you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
> This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.
> I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she
> continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
> arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you
> must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
> > I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished
> to end her marriage with a romantic form.
> > I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
> thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
> the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made
> me feel uncomfortable.
> > My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was
> explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when
> I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son > clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought > me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the > door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes > and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, > feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to > wait for bus, I drove to office. > > On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my > chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. > I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a > long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine > wrinkles on her face. > > On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being > demolished. Be careful when you pass there. > > On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were > still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The > visualization of Dew became vaguer. > > On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, > where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. > I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. > > I didn t tell Dew about this. > > I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me > stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. > > She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried > quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my > dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was > because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because > I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. > Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to > touch her head. > > Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said. > To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential > part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him > tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at > the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, > through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck > softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our > wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. > > On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. > Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me > in your arms until we are old. > > I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life > was lack of such intimacy. > > I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid > any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew > opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m > serious. > > She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no > fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can > only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring > probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because > we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I > carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to > hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. > > Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed > the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the > office. > > When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my > wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the > greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out every > morning until we are old. > --------------------------------------------------------


Yumi said...


June said...

T_T the guy so bad... then why no mention his wife still wan him or not at the end? i wan to see....>.<