Treason

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

They were sitting on an old sofa - she and her husband. He, lounging and stretching his long legs, is in one corner of the sofa, and she, in a short flowered robe that barely covered her legs tucked under her, in the other, pressed against the side of the sofa with such force that even a dent formed on her arm.

It seemed to her: the harder she squeezes into the hard piece of wood of the sofa, the greater the distance between them.

To get up and leave …

Some unknown force pinned her to this damn couch.

It was only the third year of her marriage, she was young, and still did not understand that this power has a clear and definite name - Love. And only she undertakes to argue with Reason, and even the greats of this world acted at her behest, forcing descendants to puzzle over their actions. And what can we say about us mortals?

The TV was turned on. They both pretended to be looking at the screen, but they hardly understood what was happening there.

She wanted to spread her stiff legs and sit more comfortably, but then she would have to move closer to him. To him, whose smell, even from afar, intoxicated and intoxicated. And her head was spinning from mere thoughts, which either ascended to Christian forgiveness, then suddenly fell to reckless actions leading to the abyss of hell.

And he continued to straighten the hair on his head and sniff with painfully familiar movements.

At times he made an attempt to move towards her, stretched out his arms and tried to wrap her in his arms. But she immediately pushed him away, because a harsh inner voice ordered: "Don't you dare hug him."

But at the same time, my whole body ached. With each of his new attempts, his voice inside grew weaker, and there was no strength left to resist. What to do when they are completely dry? Forgive and forget everything? Well, no, this is not forgiven!

Her eyes became wet again. I remembered everything: the sleepless night when she jumped up and went to the window at every sound; her morning confused look at the bed that has not yet been taken apart and a headache from the constantly beating question in her temples: "What could have happened?"

They could not get the phone into the apartment. Go to the neighbors? And where to call - the police, the morgue? At this thought, she was completely unbearable, her legs were filled with lead.

She then sat exhausted until the very moment when she had to go to work. Hastily combing her hair, not remembering what she was wearing, she left the house. And some unknown force stopped her a few steps from the corner of their large multi-storey building and made her look around.

He … approached the entrance from the other side of the house. Rather, he did not fit, but almost ran. It was clearly evident that he also saw her. But why, then, is in such a hurry to slip into the entrance? She was about to scream, but the scream died in her throat and froze there in pain as the fugitive disappeared through the doorway. The first thing that flashed through my head: "Thank God, alive!" - and then complete bewilderment from his behavior, which created such an impression that he was hiding around the corner and waiting for her to leave.

She stood there for a while, frozen in complete confusion, and then quickly walked away from the house. Well, she also has pride and no time to return home. He calculated everything correctly. She walked and did not see the road. Tears ran in rivulets from my eyes, and in my head one after another "why?" and "for what?", to which there was no answer.

In the evening, when she came home, she only had the strength to ask: "Has nothing happened to you?" He, of course, in colors began to talk about how yesterday he had to stay overnight with a friend. She nodded her head and thought to herself: "Of course, what else is there, another day for a friend is hard to find. It should have been the very day when my mother left for the dacha and took her son with her so that we could be together for a week." …

And the more he talked, the less he seemed to believe in what he was weaving, and she felt it. Well, it happens so - you just feel.

From the way he made excuses, how he hid his eyes from her, she began to understand that he had not just been somewhere that night, but spent with another woman.

They did not speak for three days, apart from those interjections, which cannot be done without being together. There was enough time to remember their whole life together.

They got married for great love. In the first year after the wedding, they didn’t do a day without having intimacy. She didn't mind. Personally, night games with her husband did not give her any special sensations, but if it was a joy to him, then she was happy that she was the cause of this joy.

Then a son was born. After giving birth, nothing has changed in her sexual experience. Yes, to be honest, in caring about the little man, she had no time to think about such problems.

But this year, something has changed dramatically in their relationship with her husband. He then slept for more than a week, his face turned to the wall, like an offended child. The way the hurricane pounced on her, showing such fury at closeness that she just got tired.

Although her knowledge of sex was not great, she guessed that her husband, in his own way, was trying to get from her a response to his affection. But there was no reaction. Well, it was not and that's it.

She herself really wanted to solve this riddle of nature. Here I would sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. But who is so wise at this age and knows how to speak freely on such a delicate topic? And here you are, as the logical conclusion of the chain, that night without sleep. And now this old sofa, which outlined the territory for negotiations with its contours.

So what's now? Divorce? And the son? And she herself? Lord, but she loves him.

Three days of reflection did not lead to any decision. And here, now, her fate had to be decided and Love did not allow her to get up and leave. Why is he again looking at her with such tenderness, why is he again reaching out his arms and trying to embrace her? Everything. There is no more strength to resist …

He kisses her on the lips with a long, gentle kiss. Her hands, which until recently, pushed him away, fell powerlessly on the coverlet and froze like sleeping birds. The gentle touch of his lips was already felt on his neck, then on his chest. She barely noticed how the flowers on the robe made a smooth flight to the carpet by the sofa. He kissed, without ceasing: breasts, tummy, which did not lose its shape after childbirth, her slender legs. She barely had time to notice something new that appeared in his behavior. And then … my head started spinning. The mind left her relaxed body. The jade stalk penetrated the jade gate carefully and unobstructed.

Beloved, dear (now she knew what to call him), was already breathing in her ear, and his painfully dear voice, like the singing of a Phoenix bird, enveloped and took him to an unknown country, where wonderful flowers bloomed and an unearthly feeling of pleasure pierced through her body …

And then she became a small, very small particle that flew in the infinite Universe and all the Love of the world was at that moment bestowed on her alone. When someone's quiet moan brought her back to reality, the first thing she felt was a sensation of freshness in her throat, like after a sip of cold spring water.

She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and suddenly buried herself in his chest, burst into tears. It was like when, on a hot summer day, a thunderstorm, thundering in the sky with formidable dry peals of thunder, goes to the horizon, and after it comes an avalanche of rain. But there is no longer fear, but there is only joy and a feeling of freshness from this stream of water, which brings the long-awaited moisture to the earth.

He did not say anything, but only caressed her with his hands. He let her cry. And then there was a healing dream on his shoulder - even and deep, like an artesian well.

Only the next day did she develop a desire to understand and comprehend what had happened. Two feelings, like two opposites, fought in her: the pain of his betrayal and the joy of discovery, which, oddly enough, was given to her by his same betrayal. Everything in life has to be paid for, as her mother likes to say. The arithmetic is simple - for a new feeling, so bright and light, she paid with another feeling, also bright, but black - the loss of faith in the decency of the closest person.

Does this always happen? And how to live after that? And why didn’t she die yesterday along with her love, which had been betrayed?

All day she tried to make some kind of decision. And while he was away, it was unbearably difficult, because something that happened to them was beyond her understanding. But now it has come, this is the very decision, cruel and, perhaps, wrong. But after that everything began to seem simple and straightforward.

"I must cheat on him too," she thought with bitterness and pain. Where, when and how soon this would happen, she did not know yet, but she knew for sure that she would do it, someday …

And life went on. And when mom and son returned from the dacha, they were greeted by an outwardly unchanged young woman. And only she alone knew how she had matured over these days. And the girl who lived in her left, giving way to a woman. The kind of woman that the beloved man created her.

I wonder if he got it?