"...The End" I just finished reading a storybook to my children. They both looked kind of disappointed by the story's ending. I asked "Why that look on the face? Hmm?" They both looked at me and made an eye contact and said "We want to listen true stories about your school life!" I was shocked by their answer "Why?" I asked. They both looked at each other and after a pause my daughter (Linda) says "We are just curious... all my friends parents tells stories about their childhood and college life.. please tell us" they both looked towards me with puppy eyes. [Oh god! They are so kawaii!] I thought. "Okay... I'll tell you bout my life when I was in middle school ending" as I said this both of them were excited to hear about it. "Don't be so excited. My life was quite boring, there was nothing good so don't be so excited..." they nod.
"So... I was a average student-" my son (Aaron) interrupts me "Mom, tell us about your crush of that time! Pleaseeee~" I was surprised "W..why?" I asked. "Please~" he pouted. I agreed on telling them about it.
"Hmm.. my crush of that time huh..?" They nodding their heads as I said that. "Ha!" My voice subconsciously came out when I remembered about it. "So... I was 13 or 14 and you know... I was... umm... I was... a.. a.. double meaning finder type person! 😥" they nod as I said that so I think they understood what I mean. I continue "So, the friends. Oh and I'll use fake names, Okay? Otherwise you'll tell your father." they both say in union "Okay!" I continue "We all my friends were like double meaning finders type. So any word that has a double meaning um... se..se.. sex..ually...!" I peeks at my children if they were feeling uncomfortable as I was but, to my surprise they were sitting normally. Back in time, if my mom asked anything sexually related at least I would act up a little but though it didn't work sometimes. I resumed my story "Mainly I and um.. yeah! Cittu! That's nickname okay guys?" They nod "We mainly walked through our campus. We walked in first lane and the second lane in rounds. And when we were tiered we would come and sit in guest house and chat. And yeah! Guest house is where all the kids of campus played. In guest house there were three benches we would sit on the second or the third one because the boys and all played badminton and if they were tired they would sit on that bench because it is closer to the badminton court-" Linda interrupts me and asks "You had a badminton court in your campus!" I reply to her question "Well... it was a cemented court. I'll someday take you to our campus. Okay?" Both answers "yes!" I resumed my story "where was I? Hmm... yeah! So, when the boys were done playing badminton they would get bored and talk to us and in that.. 😂 one of my friend 'Bhatura' would type of insults 'Matchar (mosquito)' in friendly manner. And when we: me, Cittu, Bhatura and Matcher were playing badminton so by mistake or intentional I don't know he pronounced vagina as bagina 😂. There are lots of tales dear for today that's it." Abruptly Aaron asks me "You didn't tell us about your crush!" I replied "Well... at that time Bhatura was my crush..." "Bhatura..." Aaron whispered "Good night kids" "Good night Mama!" They greeted me back. As I opened the door o the room and went out I saw my husband in front of me... I closed the door and faced him. "Bhatura, huh?" "You eavesdropped on us..." he shouted "HE IS MARRIED ASH! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" He shakes me by my shoulders while saying this. "I know.." "What are you guys talking about?" A familiar voice comes from the side "Nothing just the old times..." "Aunty Ash!" A child's voice comes from behind that man "Oh my dear! You have grown so tall! Huh." "Yeah! Cause I drink milk everyday" this kid is so happy... "go go. Play with Fluff." The kid ran outside the room to another. "Well... how are you Bhature?" Yes he is my school time crush... the person I loved... "That's not fair! If we didn't give you a name doesn't mean you can still tease us with that name!" "Well well... Matcher is my husband anyway." Another voice calls us all to the dinning room "Our drinks are ready guys!" "Cittu is calling us" My husband says. I think he's trying to irritate me so I wanted to show him that I don't care "Well... other that Cittu she is also your wife Banerjee" I thought saying so will be okay but, if still hurts a little. It's been 14 years of my marriage and 10 years of their marriage but I like him for about 20 years or more. I still can't move on... seeing them lovey-dovey. I sometimes think if I would have confessed him earlier would I have been the one he would have been lovey-dovey with...
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