My Others Short Story

THE REASON

The darkness of night still bears witness to his silence. I did not hear his murmur or his whisper. He was silent. I was still staring at his back wrapped in a dark shirt, standing busy looked for something on his desk. I kept waiting for his answer. Waiting for his confession. Waiting for his explanation. He just turned his back on me. Ignore me. For the umpteenth time I asked him this simple question; why he married me. He just can say because he loves me, that's all but he just kept quiet as if he didn’t listen to me.

We have been married for 3 years. There wasn’t a big problem in our relationship actually. But these past few months I've been agitated by this doubt. This question came to my mind when I attended the wedding of one of my best friends. The reason they married was not that they love each other but they need each other in the business world. Were we just like them? But I'm not rich, for the job we are very different I'm a doctor while He's a cinematographer. Love? maybe yes but why he’s so hard to say it.

Without another word I stepped my legs out of the white house. I left him, was busy with his IMAC and DSLR. With a pretty high speed of my range rover. I also didn’t know where the direction of my true direction. I was angry and disappointed. I also cried a moment, soon my cell phone rang. Mother called. Immediately I took a deep breath. Set my breath. I’ve never told her about my household. I didn’t know just my feelings alone or that's the reality, Andrew was just behaving in front of the mother like there’s no quarrel in our household

"Hello mom?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the supermarket near the house. What’s going on? "

"Overnight at home tonight, Jonathan asked for help to work on his scripts"

"Okay mom, I'll go there now"

I look at my iPhone screen, my wedding photos with Andrew. I took a heavy breath and headed for the mother's house. I saw a house filled with plants. My mother loves gardening. This’s where I grew up. Spending time with my dad. Played together. Immediately I stepped my foot into the house. I cannot stand on a cold night. No one was awake. I approached Jonathan's room, because I remember he wanted to ask my help to make his scripts. I opened the bedroom door, He was also sleeping with a pile of papers and books.

"Have you come?" someone whispered behind me

"Mom...?!" I said a little surprised. I closed the gray door. I followed the footstep of the mother to the family room. He gave me a glass of mineral water

"Are you okay?" she asked. I just stared at the peach-colored wall. Lots of photos hanging on the wall. Photos of my family; my little picture with Jonathan, my graduation photo, my wedding photo with Andrew, he was very handsome with my father at the hospital at that time. Unfathomable, it’s been three years he left us happily. And countless too the same question that I always ask to Andrew

"Jesy, that's enough for this anxiety. If there any anything, tell me" she bargained. I just shook my head. I didn’t want her to be worried about my situation with Andrew

"It's okay, Mom. I am alright. Maybe I'm just tired "I lied from the faded yellow chair

"Do you doubt about Andrew?" My footsteps to leave her were stopped immediately. I still stood

"Come with me" she asked me and led me to her room. I sat on her white bed still in silence. She caught up with a wooden cigarette spot. I knew that spot. That belongs to Andrew! That's right Andrew's spot of cigarette. I have not seen it for a long time. Last time I saw as he waited for the doctor's father after the surgery, as I recall.

"Jesy, all this time I kept this thing. I should throw it away but I cannot because this is the silent witness of Andrew and your Dad. How long have Andrew not smoked? "She asked me

"Why Mom? I don’t know maybe from our wedding day as I remember, because after that I don’t remember him smoke again or I do not know that he smokes behind me " replied her

"No. One day before your wedding day "

"Then ..."

"Andrew gave this thing to me and told me to throw it away. You know why? "

"Maybe he wants to buy a new one"

"No, because he wants to fulfill his ability to your father"

"It means ......"

"You know your Dad died of lung cancer thrown out by a cigarette, right? "

"Yes…. "

"That's what your father is afraid of. It was the night before your wedding day father called Mom and Andrew to talk. He says that he asks Andrew to always be by your side in joy and sorrow. And always take care of you, do not let him leave first before you. He must stay healthy to keep accompanying you until the end of your life "

"..."

"Hearing your dad's request Andrew also asked for permission to marry you the next day and decide to quit smoking, so he can always take care of you and accompany until the end of your life, and your dad also calm when he must leave us. Because he knows there is a man who will continue his duty to look after his beautiful daughter

My tears just flowed

"Mom says it's, not because Andrew asked me but I know that you've been agitated by doubts about the reason why he married you. Mom heard your question to him when I stayed at your house at that moment. This is the answer, the reason why he married you, he can take care of you until the trails grew you

I am also crying in my mom's arms. The phone rang I saw a call from Andrew, I answered immediately

"I Love you, Andrew, Thank you ..." I said