It’s almost 14:00 and I haven’t seen Tania since breakfast. Maybe she decided to stay in her suite. After video calling Natalie, I decide to make lunch. I walk to the kitchen, it’s been long since I stood at the stove. I hardly have enough time, and the last time I cooked, five years ago, I was pretty much a good cook. I have a hard time locating everything, but when I finally do, I settle on making lunch. I make fresh salmon, with Thai noodle salad, I fry some rice and throw in a few herbs and spices, and add some smoky tomatoes. I then put ice in the 100% mango juice so it looks appetizing. I put my food in those huge bowls and close it, for effect. Tania will serve herself.
Heading upstairs, I go looking for her. I knock on her door, and she doesn’t issue a reply. “I hope you’re decent.” I say as I let myself in.
I find her sleeping peacefully on the bed. She is now in a black lace dress, her hair is falling on her face, and her legs brought up to her face. She sleeps like a baby. I had never noticed this about her. I walk towards the bed, my shoes make a click clack sound on the floor. I sit on the bed, and she instinctively wakes up. “What’re you doing in here?”she sleepily asks.
“Its lunch time.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t boil two eggs, fry a few tomatoes, add cheese and a lettuce and toast bread?”she yawns
“That sounds like breakfast.” I half smile.
“What do you want?” she finally opens her eyes and sits up.
Strangely enough, she looks beautiful. Her hair is now messy, and her makeup ruined.
“I made us lunch. Eat with me.” I say.
She looks at me suspiciously, “Who died?”she asks.
“Nobody!” I say.
“Then who’re you? What have you done with the husband my parents gave me?”she slowly stretches her body.
“I am your husband.” I almost laugh.
She snorts, and stands up. She starts walking towards the door, and I slowly get up and walk behind her. She gently sways her hips as if she’s allowing me to feast my eyes on her.
Without another thought, I grab her hand and pull her to me. She turns around, dazed. Her long brunette hair gently falls on her face. I bring my hand up, and push her hair back. She looks at me, confused.
“What are you doing?”she asks, in a low voice.
“I’m being your husband.” I say
She doesn’t answer, I’m guessing she knows what is to follow. I feel a tingle between my legs. I must be getting excited. Slowly, I bring my lips crashing down to hers. Her manicured hands immediately go to my black hair. She runs her hands gently on my hair, I have never been kissed like this before.
I kiss her till her breaths turns to broken little whimpers, that sound like music to my ears. Slowly picking her up, I balance her legs around my waist. Have I been blind all this years?