It is pass 9:00 PM, I wish to go home and call it a day but I need to finish and make sure that the details in my report are free for tomorrow’s meeting. All the lights in the office are all off now except for those that are near my desk. Oh! There’s one room that is still lit as well. This is not the first time that I stayed late, I’ve been staying late for a month now, and in all those occasions I always see the lights in that room lit.
I know her name but we never talk very much in the office, maybe because we are handling different departments. She’s in her mid-30’s, red hair (she change the color of her hair) and I am not certain if she’s attending gym classes because her figure, man! She can give the younger employees a run for their money. Not just her figure, her skin is so radiant and clean, no freckles or whatsoever. She doesn’t put too much make-up as well; just enough that complements her natural beauty. Her finger nails are kept clean and polished all the time, she changes their shades once every other day. I never saw her wear leggings even once, if she’s wearing skirts, which is almost thrice a week. For someone with silky white skin, who would need leggings?
She doesn’t wear big earrings and she’s wearing a fine piece of gold bracelet but no ring. Whenever she’s inside the room, she never takes her eyes away from the monitor, unless she has to write some notes.
I need to get a coffee, hmmm; I guess I am going to get one for her too. I often see her get a cup of brewed coffee and put one cube of sugar. I guess I know how she wants her coffee prepared. And so I did prepare two cups of coffee and headed straight to her room. Seems tonight I will be able to talk to her, finally.
As I enter her room, the coldness filled my senses, summoning my courage I said “Hi” and placed the cup of coffee on a coaster beside her keyboard. “I thought you will never get the nerve”. Those were her words, I can smell her scent and the sound of her voice has a chilling effect on me. “Forgive me; I guess I am just too shy the past few days seeing you here from my desk”. She didn’t answer and is still focused on what she seemed to be writing. “Do you need to finish that before you leave tonight and do you have any plans later?” I asked, “I need to finish this, yes. I should have given you this almost a month ago, but I always miss my chance to”. I gave her the puzzled look (although she’s looking down at the paper), why does she need to give me whatever she’s writing, and what could it be? “What is that; a request for your department?” She said “No” without looking at me instead she keeps on with her writing. I stood there silently, she is silent as well and the awkwardness of the situation makes me want to take my leave. “I am almost done, please wait a little longer”. She must’ve read my intention to go. A few more awkward moment of silence had passed and she finally stopped writing; she put down her pen, she straightened up her position and still, without looking at me, she handed out the note she wrote and said, “After reading this and once you’re decided, please leave your ring with me”.
My Dear Husband,
I will forever love you and nobody will ever replace you in my heart and in our lives. Last month we were supposed to meet at our favorite restaurant to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. A drunken cab driver took you away from me, he came out of nowhere, and he hit you. You were thrown 15 feet away; a shard of glass pierced your lungs. You were pronounced dead by the doctor 30 minutes after we arrived in the hospital.
Do not worry about me and our son anymore, we will survive and I promise you that he will grow up knowing how good a father you were to him. I know that wherever you are going you will always look after us. Don’t ask me to marry again, because I won’t, I am contented to be your wife forever. When my time comes, I will meet you on the other side, promise me that you will be there waiting for me.
Forever with all my love,
Your loving Wife
The chilling cold of the room has long been gone; a ring is lying cold on her table. He is finally at peace. “I love you my husband, until we meet again.”