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Thank god! Finally I succeeded today! Teresa sighed with relief. But itâs just 9 pm and I am sleepy already. I was a owl previously and a late riser but recently because of the office and plus the cookery classes now I became an early to bed and early to rise person. She looked at her phone and sighed.
âMay be I should just sleep and wake up at 11:30.â She thought. âNo, donât sleep.â She slapped herself. Not even god could wake her up once she fell asleep what would an alarm do? So donât sleep and bear with it, just 3 hrs more. I can do it! She encouraged herself.
After an hour she almost dozed off but shook her head to wake herself. She held her lids apart trying to keep herself from sleeping.
Argh! Iâve had enough! She scratched her head ruffling her hair. She got up from the bed and went to the couch where her husband was busy working on his laptop.
âGive me some work too.â She whispered bending to his ears.
He got startled, âYou scared me!â He shouted glaring at her. âAnd I thought finally, I was able to concentrate on my work with you in the room.â He rolled his eyes.
âSo, you canât concentrate with me in the room? Am I that much of a distraction?â She grinned.
âYeah, chatterbox.â He glared at me.
Her smile disappeared, âOkay, Iâm sorry.â She glared back at him.
âBut give me some work too.â she plead.
âYou donât have your own works to do?â
âIâm not like a certain someone to bring the office to home.â
âWhy do you want to work now? Isnât it your time to bed? Go sleep and let me work.â He continued his work ignoring her.
âI wouldnât ask for work if I wanted to sleep right? Itâs because of you Iâm unable to sleep so hurry up and give me some work.â she complained.
âUnable to sleep because of me? What did I do?â He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
âI mean, your continuous tapping on the keyboard is disturbing my sleep.â She came up with an excuse, she couldn't possibly tell him, 'it's your birthday I'm waiting for'.
âNormally even a music system wouldnât stop you from sleeping and now my typing does?â He mocked her.
I know that was a stupid excuse, even I find it stupid. She sighed.
âAnyway, stop arguing and just give me some work before I fall asleep..." She immediately corrects herself, "I mean I am insomniac so give me some work to do, please.â She forced a smile, suppressing the urge to shout at him.
âStop it, that smile is creepy.â He made a disgusted face.
She stopped smiling. "Work." She extended her hands.
âHere take it.â He handed her a file.
âWow, Mr.Mathewâs file.â She smiled and was about to take it.
âForget it, itâs too tough for you.â He pulled the file back.
âHow mean!â She pouted.
âHere this, youâll be able to do this.â She was just about to take it but he pulled it back again.
âActually forget it. Take this one instead itâs easy for you.â He handed her another file.
âExcuse me, arenât you forgetting I tied with you that too in your dream project?! What do mean by I wonât be able to handle those files?â she glared at him.
âLet me remind you wife, your luck was strong that there was a tie between us. I donât trust anyone except me in my work so you should be grateful I am even sharing that file with you, got it?â He said proudly.
God! Can I give a flying kick on his face? She looked up and asked then looked back at him.
âFine!â She snatched the file from his hand.
" And sit in front of me and work, so that Iâll be able to check upon you.â He pointed at the couch.
He totally deserves a hi five on his face with a chair, twice! She glared at him and sat down with a huff.
After few minutes
I thought working would distract me from sleep but now Iâm starting to get an headache by working on this laptop.
She angrily punched every letters on the keyboard.
âYouâll break it.â He shouted.
âItâs my laptop, Iâll buy a new one. Mind your own business.â She replied.
âWhy you?!â He muttered.
âBlah blah blah.â She continued typing sticking her tongue out, she could feel him glare at her.
âArgh forget it, I am getting more sleepy now.â She shouted, totally frustrated.
âThen just go and sleep, instead of eating my head out.â He replied.
âI meant I am more not sleepy now.â she retorted.
âAre you crazy?â He gave her a âyou are impossibleâ look.
âSo what if I am?â Deprived of sleep, she was going crazy right now.
âCan you repeat what you just said now? I want to record it. You just agreed youâre crazy.â He laughed.
âSorry Mr. husband but that was once in a lifetime opportunity, you missed it.â she stuck her tongue out.
âLa...la....la.a....â She began to sing.
âStop it.â He shouted.
âNo, actually Iâve got a song especially dedicated to you. Here listenâ She began to sing.
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes.
Yeah, you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That youâre no good for me
âCause youâre hot then youâre cold
Youâre yes then youâre no
Youâre in then youâre out
Youâre up then youâre down
Youâre wrong when itâs right
Itâs black and itâs white
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bipolar
Stuck on a roller coaster
And I canât get off this rideâ
âGod! Stop it! You mad woman!â He shouted interrupting her, her singing was more like shouting which she did on purpose to irritate him.
âBut itâs true youâre a bipolar. Sometimes sweet and suddenly an angry young man, I actually canât keep up with your mood swings.â She sighed.
âWhatever, just stop your stupid song. You should hear yourself sing and know what a torture it is.â He glared at her.
âI am a born singer.â She defended.
âYouâre a tone deaf too.â He faked a laugh.
âAnd youâre mean!â
âSo what if I am?â
âYouâre not even ashamed to agree that?â
âWhy should I?â
âForget it Iâll call Rina, itâs better than arguing with an idiot like you.â She took her phone out and dialed her number.
âPlease do. At least Iâll be spared by your torture.â He smiled.
âHey Bff. What cha doing?â Teresa said cheerfully.
âTeresa, itâs 10:30, of course Iâm sleeping?â She replied and yes she was annoyed.
âHow can you sleep when Iâm awake?â Teresa scolded her.
âYou need to be awake till 12, not me. so I am sleeping. Good night!â She cut the call.
âMeannie.â Teresa looked at her phone and pouted.
âLooks like even your bff ditched you. poor girl!â Her husband clicked his tongue mocking her.
âShut up. I know whom to call.â She dialed Renâs number.
âHI Ren!â
His head shot up as soon as he heard his wife.
He continuously looked at the watch, theyâve been talking for 15 mins and they were not even talking, only giggling. He shut his laptop and went to bed. Teresa noticed her husband preparing to sleep she put her phone away and looked at her husband with a worried look on her face, âHuh? Youâre going to sleep already? But itâs just 10:45.â
âYeah, I need to sleep youâve got any problem with that?â He glared at her.
âBut you usually sleep at 1 or 2 am right?â
âYeah but i am getting sleepy today so cut the call because I have to sleep.â
Teresa immediately cut the call and shouted.
âBut you canât sleep.â
âWhyâre you shouting? And why canât I sleep?â
âBecause itâs your fault that I canât sleep, your typing disturbed my sleep in the first place, so as long as Iâm awake, you canât sleep!â
âWhat rubbish? If you canât sleep thatâs your problem not mine.â
âThen iâll sing.â
âNO way.â
âIf you canât sleep then thatâs your problem not mine.â
âFine, what do you want me to do then?â Ryouma glared at his wife.
Teresaâs P.O.V
âWe can talk, like we did on the beach on my b..â Shit I almost said it! I smiled nervously. âWhy do I have to keep it a secret when nothing stays in my stomach and my stomach hurts because of that. I unconsciously kept my hands on my stomach.
âWhatâs wrong? You ate something wrong? Youâve got a stomach ache?â He asked me worrying.
âNothing.â I smiled.
âBut what do we talk about?â He asked.
âNormal things. Like what did you do today?â I smiled again.
âYou know what I did. We were together the entire day remember?â
âOkay so what did you do the day before yesterday?â I asked him nervously.
âAre you doing this on purpose? Irritating me?â He eyed me suspiciously.
âWhy would I? Itâs just that I am not getting any sleep.â I made a sad face.
âSo what do you ant me to do? Tell you a bed time story?â
âYeah do that.â
âYouâre kidding right?â He looked at me as if Iâve asked him his life.
âIâm not.â I shake my head no.
âYou seriously want me to read you a story? Your skull is really empty isnât it?â
âShut your nonsense and tell me a story!â I sat on the bed, keeping a cushion on my lap ready for the story.
âHurry up.â I poked him.
âOkay then lay down first.â He rolled his eyes.
âOkay.â I replied. But wait, what if I actually sleep? I thought.
"No, no Iâm fine this way.â I denied.
âJust shut up and lay down or let me sleep?â He glared at me.
âOkay.â I lie down.
âSo, here it goes. There was once a witch. And....umm....â He started.
âAnd?â
âAnd she trapped a guy and got married to him. She even bewitched his mother.â He continued.
âAnd Iâve got a feeling, I am not going to like this story.â I narrowed my eyes at him, somehow I've got a bad feeling about this.
âItâs my story or yours?â He glared.
âOkay go on.â I replied.
âThat witch used to torture her husband everyday. She wouldnât even let him sleep because sometimes she would make his ears bleed with her song, or shout in her dreams and sometimes she used to go completely mad and make his life hell. Finally her poor husband got a magic knife and killed the witch and lived happily ever after. Finished! Now good night! And yeah itâs based on true story. Real life story.â He pulled on the blanket and turned to the other side.
âWhat the hell? That witch in your story was me? Get up you stupid husband how dare you!â I hit him with the pillows.
âAnd I didnât like the story, whatâs with the ending? Howâs it a happily ever after? Your story is a flop. I hate it. Get up you monkey.â I continued hitting him.
âShut up and let me sleep, mad woman. If you make me do stupid things obviously itâll be a flop.â He shouted.
âFine, Iâll tell you how to read a bed time story. humph.â I punched his arm.
âStart with Once upon a time, not just like that, you donât even know the story format, youâre useless and youâre the one who as a kid always glued his eyes to a book.â I taunted him.
âBecause I read novels, Sherlock Holmes novels not like your fairy tales.â He retorted.
âJust shut up, listen and learn.â I slapped his arm.
âOnce upon a time there lived a beautiful princess with her father, the king, in sunshine kingdom in a big white castle. She was very happy, she used to sing with the birds, dance with the peacocks and loved her kingdom and her people. And one day, there was a marriage proposal from the neighboring kingdom, a very handsome prince.â I started but what heâs sleeping?
âOii are you even listening?â I slapped his arm.
âYeah I am just closing my eyes and listening, very good story keep going.â He nodded showing a thumbs up.
âThen she got married to the prince but she didnât know that she got married to a devil in a princeâs disguise. The devil started to show his true colors on the very first day of their wedding. He used to torture her, made her work like a maid, she even burnt her hands. But she was very brave, she didnât bow down to the devil and fought bravely with that demon along her fairy god mother and finally got rid of the evil prince and lifted off the curse from the kingdom and she lived happily ever after.â
âThis is how you read a story, idiot.â I slapped his back.
âyeah yeah wonderful.â He clapped.
âItâs also based on a true, real life story. See you didnât even realize it. Yours was so obvious.â I smirked.
âThe devil was me?â He got up and glared.
âYes of course.â I smiled widely.
âI donât make you work!â He defended.
âThere should be some modifications.â I replied.
âWhat the hell? Your story is double flop, no triple flop!â He said with a huff.
âShut up, at least it was better than yours. How will you parent your kid if you canât even read me a good story? Your child will run away from you.â
âAnd youâll be the best parent? Iâll tell you whatâll you do with them. Baby, if you donât drink this milk Iâll burn your video games. If you donât clean your room, Iâll throw all your chocolates.â
âExcuse me, throwing chocolates is your department not mine. And Iâll do whatever I want with my children, who are you to interfere?â
âSame to you. who are you to interfere?â
âI am your wife and I hate you.â
âHate you too.â
Third personâs P.O.V
Both started pulling each otherâs hair.
There was a knock on the door. They both composed themselves.
âGo and open the door.â Ryouma ordered his wife.
âWhy should I? Itâs your room, you go and open it.â She rolled her eyes.
âWow! Itâs your room too when you need it and now itâs my room? You go.â He crossed his arms.
Teresaâs phone ranged.
âI am getting a call, you go and get the door.â She picked the call.
Ryouma was about to open the door when Teresa ran to him shouting. âStop!â
âWhat now?â
âYouâre right, itâs my room too so Iâll open the door.â She said with a smile.
âNo Just go and attend your call, Iâll open the door.â He pushed her aside.
âIs it necessary for you to do exact opposite of what I tell you to do? I said Iâll open the the door means Iâll open it.â She blocked him.
âFine, do whatever you want.â He went back to bed.
âFine.â Teresa opened the door and looked outside.
âHuh? Thereâs no one.â She replied.
âYeah must have ran because of you.â Ryouma mocked her.
âIâll go and check.â She left, closing the door with a bang!
âYouâll break it.â He shouted.
After a minute, Ryouma heard his wife shout.
âHelp! Ryouma!â
âWhat the hell?â He opened the door and sprung his wife with his best friend and family.
âHappy birthday!!â All shouted with the birthday blower.
âOh my god!!â He jumped back startled because of the impact and stared at them dumbfound.
âItâs my birthday?â He looked at them confusedly.
âSee Teresa, I told you he wonât even remember.â Midori looked at her daughter in law.
âYeah and I almost slipped out about birthday but I guess he really is an idiot. Well good for us weâre successful in surprising him.â She giggled.
âHappy birthday, dear husband.â She wished him.
âthank you.â He replied still recovering from the shock.
âCome letâs cut the cake.â She pulled him.
Everyone sang the happy birthday song, while Ryouma stared at them blankly. "Come on cut the cake." Teresa gestured him.
"Okay but first stop the birthday song, It's embarrasing. What am I a 10 yr old?"
"Oh my bad, you're already an old man, aren't you?" Teresa rolled her eyes. "Just cut the cake."
After feeding him the cake, she asked him.
âHowâs it?â
âGood.â He replied.
âJust good? Not yummy?â
âOkay, yummy.â
âNot very yummy?â
âOkay very yummy.â
âPromise, You wonât take that back?â She smiled.
âWhy would I?â
âGuess who made it?â Her smile widened.
âbakery?â
âOkay, Iâll give you a hint, itâs a homemade.â She smiled.
âMom of course.â He replied casually.
âHello?â She pointed at herself.
âTeresa itâs not april first, itâs february 10.â He rolled his eyes.
âI know that itâs not april fools day but itâs an idiotâs birthday! â She replied.
âYou made it? No way!â He looked at her shocked.
âYes way!â She laughed.
âBut I didnât hear the kitchen explode today?â
âBecause I didnât explode today.â She rolled her eyes.
"I'm impressed." He smiled at her patting her head. Teresa grinned.
After everyone left their room she apologized to her husband.
âAnd I am sorry for lying you this whole week, I didnât come home with you because of my after office cooking classes.â
âYou took classes for me?â He stared at her surprised.
âYeah just wanted to surprise you on your birthday! So, you liked it?â She asked with a big smile.
âThank you. I loved it.â He hugged her.
âWah! You know how to be sweet too. Youâre such a bipolar.â She hugged him back.
âI didnât know my wife could be sweet too?â He smiled.
âOf course Iâm sweet. Who do you take me for? You just donât have eyes to see my sweetness.â She smiled back.
âNow finally I can go to sleep, I canât tell you how much effort I had to put to be awake.â She hugged her dear pillow.
âIf you want to sleep then sleep properly.â But she was already asleep. He smiled to himself and pulled on the blanket for her. He noticed her hands were actually burnt that showed her dedication towards him. He kissed her hands and then her forehead. âThank you, dear wifey.â He whispered.