HIS SECRET WIFE
I settled myself in his arms, which closed and caged me in.
We talked and talked for hours.
“If I turned into a worm, I don’t think you’d still like me.” I gave him my puppy eyes, sticking my lower lip out in a sulk.
“Why would you turn into a worm Neria?! If people thought I was insane, they should just meet you, my wife.” He stared at me, too shocked to even laugh, “a worm?”
The room filled with hard laughter, our banter, and crazy bickering all through the last bits of the night and early hours of the morning. Our bodies rocked back and forth. The last I recalled was me humming our song before everything went black.
Bab Populer