wife phobia

“Darling”, she murmurs into my ears
“Darling, Darling”, again she whispers into my eyes
“Here is your favourite coffee” she said.
I gracefully accepted with love.
she is my wife - a day old.

“Darling”, what shall I cook for your lunch?
“My lunch”?, I asked perplexed.
“Yes, Darling”, your lunch.
“What about your lunch, Dar…Dar…Darling?, I asked.
“I am eating outside, Darling”, she answered lovingly.
Huh…..she is my wife – a week old.

“Darling”, what shall I cook for your dinner?
“My dinner”?, I asked perplexed.
“Yes, Darling”, your dinner.
“What about your dinner, Dar…Dar…Darling?, I asked.
“I am eating outside, Darling”, she answered casually.
“My former boyfriend is gonna give me a treat”, she said loyally.
Huh…..she is my wife – a month old.

“Darling…ling..ling.....yunno what”, she asked.
I wondered what could it be.
“What is WHAT dear?”, I asked.
“You are the most handsome guy, I’ve ever married to”, she raised her voice.
“Uh..Uh…Ohhh….thank you, thank you”, I said.
“But, now the neighbour looks better than you”, she commented.
Huh…She is my wife – a year old.

Suddenly a pin drop silence
Pilharmonic Hall?
Nay!!

I retorted angrily, “then why don’t you go and marry him”
“I was married to him last year”, she said in a high pitch, low tone.
at that point the Hiroshima 1945 in me rises
for I could feel my cells pulsating heavily.

a loud ringing tone pained my ears.
I am awaken from the slumber.

Huh……..Thank God, I am still a bachelor.