a planned getaway

By Rini -

She suddenly realised she might be alone for the rest of her life

 

It has been exactly a week since the funeral.

 

The day she found out about it, or more like was told about it, was when she was on a vacation, the corporate kind. She wanted to take a break from the soul crushing work and toxic culture of the office and this meeting with an important overseas client could not come at a better time. Being the manager for the project of the client, she was the backbone of the meeting and there was no way she can miss it. And no worries, because her bags were practically packed the day, they announced the meeting (the dates weren’t even released yet). But there was a small hurdle to pass. She needed her husband’s approval to go.

 

After long thoughts and few days of sleeping on it, he reluctantly said yes. She was overjoyed and extremely happy. She packed her bags and left to the airport. She was a couple of hours early, too late in Indian standards, and was browsing the stalls and shops in the airport. Few minutes in, she got a call from her mother-in-law screaming on the other line. It was not unusual; in fact, it was expected. She even wondered what took her so long to call her. The mother-in-law degraded her calling her a bad woman leaving her husband all alone for a whole week. Scream-scold her on who would cook and take care of him.

As much as she expected the call, she was till too stunned to say anything. The insults filled the air burning her eyes to tears. But she couldn’t let that happen. Without saying another word, she cut the call and put it on airplane mode.

 

“Hey” her colleagues called out and time passed till boarding was announced. She boarded the plane with her friends/colleagues. Her lips curved as she stepped into the plane, taking off to the faraway getaway, vacation-in-disguise. But that’s not all she was happy about at this moment.

 

She was happier than ever because she was now in safe space. She knew that her lover would be coming to her house in search of her. She did not tell him about the trip. And the husband doesn’t know about the affair. But on her defence, it was not an affair; it was a revenge of sorts on her husband for committing adultery first.

 

The day she found out about the death of her husband from being beaten to death by a “stranger” (it was the guy), she was in the hotel. She just came from a conference and was too tired to take the phone. But she had ominous feeling and decided to take the call. She was not expecting a police officer on the other line saying “your husband is dead”.

 

That’s when she suddenly realised she might be alone for the rest of her life

 

And that was the happiest moment of her life. she was abused Her whole life. The only place she ever found refugee was at the company, working. The only reason she was even ‘allowed’ to work was because it paid a lot of money and the husband was not qualified for anything. They were alone in a huge house she bought, eating the bread she brought on the table she built. they were childless, thank god she used to think every time she had to pump extra concealer to hide the black eye from last night. And that was another reason for more abuse from her mother-in-law, her infertility. But it was her husband who was the cause, he was sterile but they never admitted it. Well, it was a choice between death and death. For all the mother-in-law knows, it was all her fault.

 

But now, she’s free.

 

The day he died, the day the plan worked out so well, was her best day and she was in the best city to enjoy the moment.

 

 

She smiled to herself as she thought about when her in-laws would have checked their mail and her husband’s ‘forgotten’ fertility tests would be waiting for them. Perfectly planned to be a day after her leave and week before the incident.

 

 

Good thing she packed for more than a week. And the life insurance was a good decision.

But now she has to return to her ‘home’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~The End~

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That was dark. I surprised myself with this one, I wrote this a couple of years ago so I was going in blind opening this doc titled “meh3”. INSAAAANE. I immediately fell in love and made it a wee bit detailed.

 

Please share your thoughts below.

 

Will see your next week, same time today <3

 

 

Yours lovingly,

Rini.

Yourorangecloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

TDD: ten day diary

I swear, I cant believe its been 10 days already.

Nothing marvelous happened. Same ol’ same ol’.

 

I do have to change the about section from teenager to young adult. Well, that sucks.

 

Share your life in the last 10 days and whine about how fast February feels!!!


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