The Red Hair

The Red Hair

 

Finally she had decided to do it. To follow him secretly. Certainly it was not a new idea to her. She had seen it many times in serials and movies where the protagonist follows her husband secretly, to catch him in the act. But, was it a good thing to do?

 

"Trust is good, but control is better!" On the other hand, if the trust was only gone, what was the basis of love in their relationship? However, she had good reasons to be suspicious.

 

For several weeks he was acting very strange. Every Saturday, he had an important client meeting to attend. And whenever he left the apartment he would dress up as for a special date, wearing his stylish leather shoes, hair neatly combed and had even bought a new cologne. Three hours later when he would come back home, he seemed a bit tired. She tried to learn something about these conversations with his customers, but he would put it off by saying that it would just bore her. And now, she had found this shiny red hair on his shirt! 

 

To speak directly to him about this fact was a bad idea. He would find an excuse to make fun of her jealousy and say that she should know him after nearly 25 years of marriage.

 

Oh yes, she knew! Mr. Khanna from the neighboring apartment had exchanged his wife for a "younger model"; to coincide with the new car he had bought. Yes, many men would probably be happy to have an exchange offer on their wife. And the unsuspecting, poor Mrs. Khanna, who had given up her own career to the welfare of her family, husband, children and home, now at the age of 49 had nothing.

 

This should not happen to her, she would be ready. Even if she has to stand behind a tree to find out the truth, she will. There he goes, ready as a groom. She followed him. Now, it would prove all her suspicions. He rang the bell of that house. Look, there she is, the snake! A young girl with red hair smiled at him and let him into her house.

 

So he actually cheated on her! She noticed how her world came crashing down behind the door at which her husband had disappeared. But then thoughts shot through her head. Stupid, what 's going on, she wanted clarity, and now she had it! Yes, but there is a difference between knowing something and watching something. What if there is some hope? What if there is some misunderstanding?

 

What should she do now? The weekend celebration of their silver wedding anniversary had been planned since months. How could he do this to her? Her whole beautiful, perfect world had collapsed like a house of cards and she was buried below! Well, a house of cards, what a stupid comparison! Probably an earthquake, all rubble. Her humor saved her from further self-pity.

 

Her self-esteem reported back proudly. He would not find her at home in tears. Without hesitation she went to the door and rung the bell. The young girl opened the door; she pushed her and stormed inside the house. "You cheat, you liar. How can you ruin my life?" she cried. A group of young girls and boys stood there staring at her. She tried to calm down but broke her ground when her husband standing there started laughing loudly. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you laughing?" she cried indignantly.

 

He stepped up to her, took her in his arms and tried to comfort her. "Oh dear! What a pity, now it's no surprise. Since few weeks I was taking dance classes, so that I could grant you your wish finally, to have our celebration dance of 25 years of marriage and you ask what is the meaning of this?"

 

Oh God! How can one be so jealous, she thought. She felt like a thief caught, really bad.  And then she realized what he was doing for her, for her love. Happy and relieved she kissed him and asked him to forgive her.