Mysterious Wife

Prologue

This world is a beautiful riddle. No one knows from where it began, how it built and who built it. There are many theories, many myths and many stories but yet it is a riddle.

Every life on this planet is a mystery too. Even a human life, because we all know from where it comes but we don’t know after death where it goes. Relations of years disappear in just one moment and we never meet them again. Is death really the end of life or there is something beyond it?

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My name is Marsh and I'm a dead body researcher. I researched on death which happened mysteriously. I researched about hundreds of dead bodies in my life. I always loved mystery, I always chose mystery but my relish became my foe when mystery chose me.

It was a cold winter night. Snow was falling on town. Everything was frozen. We could call it an ice town. I was making dinner for my wife Sara because it was our first anniversary night. Sara and I were traveler friends. Every morning we traveled in same local bus to our destiny. I was trainee and she was a teacher. Our story started that day when I forgot to take money with me.

She bought ticket for me and we became friends. We both loved each other company. We saw movies, we saw parties and we saw whole life into each other arms. After some months of relation I proposed her for marriage. I just wanted to grow old with her.

The proposal was so simple. No date, no wine and no violin. I just proposed with a ring on the road. Not in any romantic spot. Despite all that she accepted my proposal. People stood alongside me clapped…….cheered for that historical moment and here we were, after one year we were going to celebrate our first anniversary night.

I was making chicken for Sara. She loved chicken especially when I cooked. She went to market to purchase some eating stuff. Doorbell rang and I distracted with my cooking. I walked towards door wearing cooking apron and kitchen gloves. I opened the door and saw Sara. She had nothing in her hands but a misery on her face. The same misery I saw once before when we came to know that Sara can never be a mother, but what happened today.

Why there was regret in her eyes. “Hello Marsh,” Sara said. It was a different tone. I could feel years of suffering, years of grief and years of restlessness in her voice. Before I asked her what happened. She became half unconscious and fell on me. I supported her by doing my arm around her.She put her chin on my shoulder and her lips too near to my ears. I could hear painful breaths she was taking. “Don't grave me…..don't burn me……I'll be alive one day,” Sara said into my ears. It was her last word that I heard.

I carefully put her on carpet and what I saw I never saw before. Sara's whole body became yellow like jaundice. I saw every single blue vein appeared on her face. A blue veins seemed dreadful on yellow skin. I was in mourning. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Years of experience didn't help me.

I was trying to waking her up. I gave her breath by mouth, pressed her chest but nothing worked. I checked her nose holes. She was not taking breath. I checked her wrist. Her heart stopped too. I cried a lot. I never saw such mysterious death. I remembered her last word. “Do not bury me, do not burn me,” why she said that. She was trying to tell me something that I didn't know.

So I didn't bury her nor burn. I kept her in coffin in my home. I was unable to sleep, unable to eat. I loved her and I wanted her back into my life. I know she wasn't dead. She was somewhere, somewhere I couldn't reach. So every day I researched on her dead body. Every day I saw her dead. Every day I took her blood sample. I used to check the internal parts of her body.

After the researched of many days, I was amazed with the result. After many days of her death her blood was still fresh. Skin was not dead just yellow. Every single part of her body was still able to work. This was not possible. It was against nature, against science. It was like beyond the life and death. I stopped researching on her body and started investigation on her life. Life before we met. I checked her room. I checked her stuff and checked each and every single thing related to Sara. I read out the books which she read.

I got nothing. One day I was working on computer. The same computer which she used to worked. Then I found Sara repeatedly searched for an address on Google map. This was the one strange thing I found yet. May be she forgot to delete the history.

I noted that address and prints out the directions. This address was the only hope that I'll find something about Sara’s past life. I saw my loving wife Sara one last time. She was silently resting in a coffin. I never saw her silent before. I wanted to hear her voice, her tales and her stories. I kissed on her forehead because I know she could feel it. I kept that coffin in a safe place. That no one could find it. I began my journey towards that mysterious location.