My Reward; His Punishment

THE WINE

"Sorry?" She asks me confused.

"Oh I got it, he can't leave with me actually. I speak fearlessly, pressing the word me.

"No, I don't have an.." She begins pretending.

"But I just hope you get a life soon so that you may stop interferring into mine?" I pretend to be modest and make a pitiful face.

No, this isn't me, this is the wine.

"Jane!" Adam begins.

"Excuse me? What the hell is your problem?" She asks shocked as well as confused of my words. Well, me too. "He is my good friend and a mentor."

"Jane, that's not a problem. We..." Adam begins again.

"I know as in what you're trying to say or I should say what you're trying to do!" I taunt again.

"What the f**k, Adam." She curses furiously, and Adam facepalms himself of being unable to think of what to do.

"Leave. Now." I state, confidently.

They both look at me in awe and I feel a wave of pain suddenly runs into my brain but I avoid. She leaves stumping her feet on the ground angrily.

"What's wrong with you Jane?" Adam asks me once she disappears, with his hands in the air.

"Now you see the wrong in me, but her, right?" I snicker and roll my eyes.

"Jane!" He shakes me by my shoulders, jolting them with elecrticity. "What are you doing? Are you in your state?"

"Oops, I am sorry I interrupted between you and your very personal affair. I know you're annoyed of me now. Wait, did you tell her good bye or good night? s**t, just run and tell her before she leaves. She'll feel bad and depressed. And then you'll feel bad and depressed..." I say, pouting my lips, pretending to feel sad.

"No way Jane. What are you talking about?" He asks me, innocently.

"I am your wife but for name sake, right? And I don't have any right to talk to your friends, no no, close friends. I am sorry, I am just a bit drunk. Please can we go home, or I won't be shutting myself up." I chuckle shortly after the last line. Whats wrong with me? I am behaving like a mad woman.

"No tell me what were you talking about? What do you think of me and her?" He finally gets my taunts.

"I hate her. I hate that b***h. I know the way she stares at you secretly and flirts with you all the time and the manner she dresses up for you in your favorite color and...and the way she just... just hates me! Who is she? Your f*****g b***h!!" I speak out crashing down on the floor.

My eyes flooding with tears and jealousy. I am stunned of my own choice of words.

"What the f**k on earth made you think that? You think I am cheating on you?" He yells angrily, picking me up from my shoulder. I can't read his face in the dark but thankfully, no one is around in this lonely place to hear us.

I laugh at his words, thinking that cheating isn't the right word for our oh-so-close relationship because cheating arises out of love. And love is missing between us two.