Thursday, August 9, 2012
Dying of jealousy
- Is it pretty? -Beautiful like few others. Her husband caught in flagrante delicto with the boss. The girl liked the good life, expensive gifts and he could not provide the rhythm of life, and finally saw it coming, she left him and went with the boss. - Man! Money is not everything. Mariano interjected. Could it be that the husband was unsatisfied sexually speaking? -Of all may be, continues Rafael note that it is a young, attractive and probably very seductive, it is possible that the husband could not satisfy to the extent that the girl needs it and why you left it, of course.
Mariano swallows. As Rafael says goodbye, think young and ardent in his wife. - "The last few weeks later comes home with the excuse of going to the gym, often discussed, I have seen new lingerie in her dresser and it smells different ... Right now Mariano is already passing a hand across his forehead and think about the times he has cheated on his wife with a colleague from the office. - Why should it be different?. Again passed his hand across his forehead big drops of sweat exhale while thinking of potential adversaries. Does the boss, your monitor is spinning or that coworker recently promoted, or maybe your gynecologist? -Hm, I never liked how the physician looks damn.
On the way home a red light stops him. It's a cross and watch with amazement how you cross a modern car with a couple inside. - Is she, is she!. Try twisting to chase the car but the light turns green and the heavy traffic prevents it. With a gesture made you decide to park the car and take a drink. Imagine his wife and the guy making love, both panting. Feel the ground opens at your feet, imagine the ridicule, the quizzical looks from friends and dipped in alcohol.
Tic tac tic tac. Are 02:00 in the morning. He comes home. She normally sleeps. The choke looks like but decides not to bother and stay on the couch. Alcohol helps you fall asleep. Wake up. Cold and calculating heads to the kitchen and prepared a hearty breakfast. He goes to the marital bedroom, his wife is waking up. He kisses her. He speaks softly, gentle, conciliatory. She apologizes. -I fell asleep waiting for you, where were you? 'Nothing, honey, I delayed the work and when I slept so deeply that I did not wake up, so I stayed on the couch. I have prepared a good breakfast. - Have you prepared breakfast, this is really a surprise?. Mariano is back with a tray full of coffee, juice, toast, fruit, ... a drink She takes a long drink of orange juice, toast smeared below and devours it laughing. 'Darling, that pleasant surprise, breakfast in bed, hopefully not the úuuultimmmmaaaaaaaaaa vezzzzz. It falls on the tray. The poison had acted quickly. Mariano drinks coffee. Zumo. Toast. It is situated next to the girl. She embraces and is ready to die with his beloved.
-Thank God you finally wake up. - Where am I?. -You were lucky, as we had stayed for the night to leave the gym, I stopped by your house to work together. I was surprised that you were not ready and above all did not answer the bell house. Neither took the phone and your little dog kept barking. I went to the doorman who did not see you leaving you or your husband, so she decided to open the door and you are lying in bed unconscious, for this three days ago. - And Mariano, where is he? 'Sorry dear, you were saved. With time he arrived. ._________________. © Alonso de Molina. . "Seven thousand times I've died and I'm smiling as on the first day," J. Sabines
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