My Neighbor is a Young Widow
“Honey, would you mind buying that cake?”
A cake seller woman was walking in front of my house. She sold a fried cake. I took some money in my husband's pocket and bought some cake. We had been married for about ten years, he didn’t like fried cake. But, now he liked it. Almost every day he asked me to buy a fried cake to that seller. In the evening he was hanging out in that woman’s house with some neighbors, just enjoying the fried cake.
I didn’t feel suspicious of him before, but as almost every day he was hanging out there and didn’t want to eat without that fried cake, I distrusted him now. One day in the afternoon he was not at home, he didn’t go to his office at that time. I was really curious and tried to find him in that widow’s home. Her food stall still closed, but I was really curious. I approached the door of that house. I heard a man and woman was joking and laughing inside. I peeped them through the window. I saw my husband and the widow were inside having fun.
I found a stone in the yard, took it, and threw it to the window. Many people were screaming heard the sound of the broken glass. Both got out of the house. I took one stone again and hit the widow. She was screaming out. My husband ran over me and hit me. People came to us and stoped us fighting.
That day I and my husband were waiting for our families that wanted to visit us. After fighting, we went home and continue arguing at home. But, a few minutes later, the guests came. We stopped arguing, pretending nothing happened. I welcomed them with a smile, my husband as well. I smiled only on my lips, my heart was screaming out.
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