Short Story - And our portrait?

Since she came back, it seemed to our hero that every element in her home was where it should have always been. Everything in its respective place, orderly and stable. Oh, how grateful he was to God for blessing him with the Return of a wife as great as her! And it is that only He could judge the misery of his being while she left him! But that was a Past that was not worth reviving: Soledad, which storm had finally passed, and now, again the Sun satisfied him with its blessed warmth.

No matter where he was, he never stopped being comfortable, and enjoyed as if it were the first time he saw his wife strolling around the house, she smiled at him and kissed furtively: that was the most nutritious nectar for him. humble metabolism of our hero. Although he could be recriminated an indifference to all that thought that exceeded the ordinary, you could also praise the thousand maneuvers he executed in order to maintain all source of happiness. If something seemed nice to him, he did everything he could to keep it that way. It could be said that it was a Providence for anyone who adapted to his prejudices as a "good Samaritan", or so his beloved wife told him, who constantly showed him his immense love,

They had everything, they were everything: and that portrait on the cupboard was a symbol of that. Every morning, at 7 with 15 minutes, while breakfast fried eggs on the one hand, with the bacon soaked in the yolk, our hero observed that portrait, inspired by him to face his day to day, as the spiritual food necessary for his be every morning. But suddenly, one day, although he saw his plate of eggs and bacon in his usual place, the unthinkable happened: that portrait was gone.

L ...! And our portrait, dear? Have you changed it?
Send, dear? Asks his wife, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair. A fragrance stuns and smiles.
Oh, you smell so good, my love. "He grabs her by the waist, kisses her on the neck while she pulls away between giggles. Will you meet with the girls today?
That's how he is loved, that's why I'm ready. But what did you tell me? She insists, perhaps intrigued.
Oh yeah. That if you have seen our portrait, the one that is usually on the cupboard. I like to see it while having breakfast: it gives me the strength to work.

She distances herself from her husband and examines the empty place. He sighs and returns to see him, smiling at him with a tenderness that moves him.

You are very tender, dear. Yes, I may have moved it to clean on ... this shelf. I wonder where I could have left it, ash, what a head mine! -and it irritates. To see her upset by that absence excites our hero, who can not resist the desire to kiss her.
Do not worry dear. We will find it.
No, it's that you can not miss that portrait, I love it so much! Maybe ... Hum, maybe in the room ... on the bedside table, on my side ... if you could, dear.
Sure, of course, I'll go see - and our hero, proud to believe that his wife would have taken that picture to remember old moments with him, incessantly reviews the sector that his beloved appointed him. Find an open base jar, a box of shadows and earrings that he had given him, but no portrait appears there.
Dear! I found it!

Overjoyed, he returned to the living room and there he saw her, holding the portrait in his hands, smiling and with his hair loose, wet. He wanted to tear off that towel, to dominate her on his big chair and to take possession of that beauty before beginning his day: but he was late for work. "Bah, what does it matter to me to arrive a few minutes late if it is for my beloved that I do it!" And he threw himself to kiss her, undressing her while she let herself be carried away by her desires; but soon she was the one who took over, and so our hero was not late for his work, although he was overjoyed.

Meanwhile, his wife wife stayed at the house. He returned to bathe and returned to like the warmth of its waters falling on his body. When he left, he saw the portrait. They were the two of them, teenagers, at a party on the beach, during a trip they made a long time ago ... too long ago. He smiled: he seemed happy, how will things have been back then? What was the distance between the smiles of now and those of that time? Ah, so many adventures had flooded his life lately, that this stage saw it very far, almost ghostly.

He dressed and studded himself with care, while lighting his cell phone. While waiting, he seduced the mirror, when suddenly he received a call.

Hello? ... "He laughs with virginal grace." Hello, love. Yes, I'm ready ... - laughs again- Well, because I was asleep, silly, why else? ... And you're close? ... Where? ... Oh, now! Yes, my friend left for her job ... But you said we would go to the movies, love. Ok, I love you ... Now, here I wait for you. But you will see that you promised. Bye. -With the cell phone in her hands, she sighs disappointed, resembling a schoolgirl who has broken the heart for the first time. Try to seduce the mirror but not get it. It contains the desolation in a sigh and rises up.

Before leaving, he hid the portrait and promised not to make the same mistake again. If there was one, then even if he wanted his boyfriend; she knew that he could not give her everything her husband gave her. Before covering it with the cushion of the armchair, she observed it melancholy: wishing she could see her husband as in those times she probably saw him, but, she had already seen and known so many things, and she wanted to see and know so many things that ... well ... for now He closes the door of the Home behind him and leaves without looking back: he thinks anxiously about the one he will soon see.

Meanwhile, from a lost cubicle among many others, our hero imagines his wife walking in his house, what would he be doing? Watching TV? Or maybe reading something? Lately she had been given the tendency to read a lot, and he was enormously pleased to buy her the books she wanted, but she was thinking whether she would end up bored. And to what things leisure and boredom could lead! Ash, "germs of sin" -thought our hero!

So, thanks to the fear that his wife would get bored at home, the good husband promised himself to take her that weekend to somewhere, in order to distract her and also to live and know more things ... together and as the couple they were.

While having lunch, our hero analyzed the expenses of the trip, examining his funds and verifying the probabilities. That afternoon he would give the news to his wife: he already wanted to hear his emotion when he heard it. But thirty minutes were still missing for his Call of the two. So with his hand on his chin, he absorbed himself in the memory of that morning, when suddenly, the next blasphemy came to his ears:

Mami, I feel yours.

I know you feel mine.

Tell the little boy of yours

that with him you You feel cold

He could not contain himself, he took his cell phone and broke the Chronogram: he called his beloved wife.

Hello, dear?
Oh, yes, what a surprise. Are they both already?
Dear, no, I know you are not yet, but I needed to hear your voice. Do you want to know something? ... I've been thinking about it, and I've decided that we should go to the beach, what do you think, my beloved? You are excited?
Seriously! Oh, great!
So you are excited, dear?
Of course it does, "he whispers. I love you darling.
I love you too, dear. Tonight we talk about our walk, all right?
OK love. Until the night.

And closed. Our hero looks at his cell phone and kisses it. It's been so long since I called him "love." Meanwhile, his wife, naked, returns to the marital room and tainted, and immediately proceeds to excuse herself:

She was my friend.
Yes ... your friend, "he says.
It was her, really. He tells me he will return with the boyfriend. Why would you doubt it?
I do not doubt it, my precious one.
Of course not! But I see it in your eyes ... do not look away while I talk to you! By God, man, understand that I love you and only you!
And I love you only too, "the lover said, trying to finish the awkward situation.
Are you serious?
Of course.
I do not want you to ever leave my side.

Then it became that trip, and it was really good. His wife seemed to enjoy enormously the coastal noise, and that to our hero filled him with happiness.

Now, that old portrait is no longer on the cupboard. Instead, they are seen in a new one with hats, drunk and happy.

Since she came back, it seemed to our hero that every element in her home was where it should have always been. Everything in its respective place, orderly and stable. Oh, how grateful he was to God for blessing him with the Return of a wife as great as her! And it is that only He could judge the misery of his being while she left him! But that was a Past that was not worth reviving: Soledad, which storm had finally passed, and now, again the Sun satisfied him with its blessed warmth.

No matter where he was, he never stopped being comfortable, and enjoyed as if it were the first time he saw his wife strolling around the house, she smiled at him and kissed furtively: that was the most nutritious nectar for him. humble metabolism of our hero. Although he could be recriminated an indifference to all that thought that exceeded the ordinary, you could also praise the thousand maneuvers he executed in order to maintain all source of happiness. If something seemed nice to him, he did everything he could to keep it that way. It could be said that it was a Providence for anyone who adapted to his prejudices as a "good Samaritan", or so his beloved wife told him, who constantly showed him his immense love,

They had everything, they were everything: and that portrait on the cupboard was a symbol of that. Every morning, at 7 with 15 minutes, while breakfast fried eggs on the one hand, with the bacon soaked in the yolk, our hero observed that portrait, inspired by him to face his day to day, as the spiritual food necessary for his be every morning. But suddenly, one day, although he saw his plate of eggs and bacon in his usual place, the unthinkable happened: that portrait was gone.

L ...! And our portrait, dear? Have you changed it?
Send, dear? Asks his wife, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair. A fragrance stuns and smiles.
Oh, you smell so good, my love. "He grabs her by the waist, kisses her on the neck while she pulls away between giggles. Will you meet with the girls today?
That's how he is loved, that's why I'm ready. But what did you tell me? She insists, perhaps intrigued.
Oh yeah. That if you have seen our portrait, the one that is usually on the cupboard. I like to see it while having breakfast: it gives me the strength to work.

She distances herself from her husband and examines the empty place. He sighs and returns to see him, smiling at him with a tenderness that moves him.

You are very tender, dear. Yes, I may have moved it to clean on ... this shelf. I wonder where I could have left it, ash, what a head mine! -and it irritates. To see her upset by that absence excites our hero, who can not resist the desire to kiss her.
Do not worry dear. We will find it.
No, it's that you can not miss that portrait, I love it so much! Maybe ... Hum, maybe in the room ... on the bedside table, on my side ... if you could, dear.
Sure, of course, I'll go see - and our hero, proud to believe that his wife would have taken that picture to remember old moments with him, incessantly reviews the sector that his beloved appointed him. Find an open base jar, a box of shadows and earrings that he had given him, but no portrait appears there.
Dear! I found it!

Overjoyed, he returned to the living room and there he saw her, holding the portrait in his hands, smiling and with his hair loose, wet. He wanted to tear off that towel, to dominate her on his big chair and to take possession of that beauty before beginning his day: but he was late for work. "Bah, what does it matter to me to arrive a few minutes late if it is for my beloved that I do it!" And he threw himself to kiss her, undressing her while she let herself be carried away by her desires; but soon she was the one who took over, and so our hero was not late for his work, although he was overjoyed.

Meanwhile, his wife wife stayed at the house. He returned to bathe and returned to like the warmth of its waters falling on his body. When he left, he saw the portrait. They were the two of them, teenagers, at a party on the beach, during a trip they made a long time ago ... too long ago. He smiled: he seemed happy, how will things have been back then? What was the distance between the smiles of now and those of that time? Ah, so many adventures had flooded his life lately, that this stage saw it very far, almost ghostly.

He dressed and studded himself with care, while lighting his cell phone. While waiting, he seduced the mirror, when suddenly he received a call.

Hello? ... "He laughs with virginal grace." Hello, love. Yes, I'm ready ... - laughs again- Well, because I was asleep, silly, why else? ... And you're close? ... Where? ... Oh, now! Yes, my friend left for her job ... But you said we would go to the movies, love. Ok, I love you ... Now, here I wait for you. But you will see that you promised. Bye. -With the cell phone in her hands, she sighs disappointed, resembling a schoolgirl who has broken the heart for the first time. Try to seduce the mirror but not get it. It contains the desolation in a sigh and rises up.

Before leaving, he hid the portrait and promised not to make the same mistake again. If there was one, then even if he wanted his boyfriend; she knew that he could not give her everything her husband gave her. Before covering it with the cushion of the armchair, she observed it melancholy: wishing she could see her husband as in those times she probably saw him, but, she had already seen and known so many things, and she wanted to see and know so many things that ... well ... for now He closes the door of the Home behind him and leaves without looking back: he thinks anxiously about the one he will soon see.

Meanwhile, from a lost cubicle among many others, our hero imagines his wife walking in his house, what would he be doing? Watching TV? Or maybe reading something? Lately she had been given the tendency to read a lot, and he was enormously pleased to buy her the books she wanted, but she was thinking whether she would end up bored. And to what things leisure and boredom could lead! Ash, "germs of sin" -thought our hero!

So, thanks to the fear that his wife would get bored at home, the good husband promised himself to take her that weekend to somewhere, in order to distract her and also to live and know more things ... together and as the couple they were.

While having lunch, our hero analyzed the expenses of the trip, examining his funds and verifying the probabilities. That afternoon he would give the news to his wife: he already wanted to hear his emotion when he heard it. But thirty minutes were still missing for his Call of the two. So with his hand on his chin, he absorbed himself in the memory of that morning, when suddenly, the next blasphemy came to his ears:

Mami, I feel yours.

I know you feel mine.

Tell the little boy of yours

that with him you You feel cold

He could not contain himself, he took his cell phone and broke the Chronogram: he called his beloved wife.

Hello, dear?
Oh, yes, what a surprise. Are they both already?
Dear, no, I know you are not yet, but I needed to hear your voice. Do you want to know something? ... I've been thinking about it, and I've decided that we should go to the beach, what do you think, my beloved? You are excited?
Seriously! Oh, great!
So you are excited, dear?
Of course it does, "he whispers. I love you darling.
I love you too, dear. Tonight we talk about our walk, all right?
OK love. Until the night.

And closed. Our hero looks at his cell phone and kisses it. It's been so long since I called him "love." Meanwhile, his wife, naked, returns to the marital room and tainted, and immediately proceeds to excuse herself:

She was my friend.
Yes ... your friend, "he says.
It was her, really. He tells me he will return with the boyfriend. Why would you doubt it?
I do not doubt it, my precious one.
Of course not! But I see it in your eyes ... do not look away while I talk to you! By God, man, understand that I love you and only you!
And I love you only too, "the lover said, trying to finish the awkward situation.
Are you serious?
Of course.
I do not want you to ever leave my side.

Then it became that trip, and it was really good. His wife seemed to enjoy enormously the coastal noise, and that to our hero filled him with happiness.

Now, that old portrait is no longer on the cupboard. Instead, they are seen in a new one with hats, drunk and happy.