Different Perspective

Reads: 94  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
There is a guy that trapped in life cycle of the world and It control him. One step, One perspective that changed him, Created a new form of life and also his mind.

Submitted: July 27, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 27, 2016

A A A

A A A


 

DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
Based on” every day the same dream game”
“No mortal can save my poor soul from this terror except my own move”
 
 
I wrote this letter not for my existence, it just my own fashion. It`s hard to know how my face and my heart become so dark. But my mind was developed and it built a weird move in me and strengthen my poor soul.
 

It was all began 4 days ago, the voice of frying pan woke me up and my clock told me that I was overslept. I hurried myself by taking a bath without masturbating that I did long time ago. Then I dressed myself up and go down stair to take a breakfast.

My wife was there, standing lonely with a simple face that always showed when I went there. I approached her to give her a morning kiss, but she resist my warm greet and she said.
“Not now honey, you will be late . . . “
Then I pretended myself to smile and took my lunchbox that she prepared a few minutes ago and took my car key beside the door. With an old model of Volkswagen, I turned left to carry myself to the office. But honestly, that time was what I hated most. The traffic always slows my patience and also my time to arrive there without late. I hate traffic jam, but I hate more people. They got no patience, especially the riders. Why they do that? I mean if you wait for the red light, I bet the traffic won`t be like this.
After a long time I got stuck, finally I could arrive in my office. I saw a big-sized stomach stood near the statistic board, and then he said.
“You are late again! How you control this company if you can`t control yourself! To your desk! Quick!!”

Then I went upstairs to my desk. I saw many faces that ignored my late. Their eyes stuck on the shining box that connected to a small board with a hundred of buttons.

I sat and do my job as I always do. Then I went home and I saw my wife sleeping in the bed. Then she face me and said.
“You look tired my dear, come to sleep”
--------------------------------------------------------------------

The voice of frying pan woke me up and my clock told me that I was overslept. I hurried myself by taking a bath without masturbating that I did long time ago. Then I dressed myself up and go down stair to take a breakfast.

My wife was there, standing lonely with a simple face that always showed when I went there. I approached her to give her a morning kiss, but she resist my warm greet and she said.
“Not now honey, you will be late . . . “
Then I pretended myself to smile and took my lunchbox that she prepared a few minutes ago and took my car key beside the door. With an old model of Volkswagen, I turned left to carry myself to the office. But honestly, that time was what I hated most. The traffic always slows my patience and also my time to arrive there without late. I hate traffic jam, but I hate more people. They got no patience, especially the riders. Why they do that? I mean if you wait for the red light, I bet the traffic won`t be like this.
After a long time I got stuck, finally I could arrive in my office. I saw a big-sized stomach stood near the statistic board, and then he said.
“You are late again! How you control this company if you can`t control yourself! To your desk! Quick!!”

Then I went upstairs to my desk. I saw many faces that ignored my late. Their eyes stuck on the shining box that connected to a small board with a hundred of buttons.

I sat and do my job as I always do. Then I went home and I saw my wife sleeping in the bed. Then she face me and said.
“You look tired my dear, come to sleep”

 

--------------------------------------------------------------------
The voice of frying pan woke me up and my clock told me that I was overslept. I hurried myself by took a bath without masturbating that I did long time ago. Then I dressed myself up and go down stair to take a breakfast.
My wife was there, standing lonely with a simple face that always showed when I went there. I approached her to give her a morning kiss, but she resist my warm greet and she said.
“Not now honey, you will be late . . . “
But I couldn`t stand with that condition, I need to change! So I smiled to her and said.
“it`s fine, I am always late. I am sorry for my busy time. I am sorry for ignoring your affection thirst. I really am. Come, let`s have a quality time together”.
Then she cried! She was crying there, same like when I proposed her in the cafeteria near the construction site that now turned into a huge game central.
Then I spent my time with her in the Crossward hill, we had a picnic there. We spent many hours by talking about our past, talking about our sweet moment that never come back.
After the picnic we went home and took a rest. But suddenly my wife rode me in the stomach and yes! We had a sex that night. It has been a long time since our first sex before our marriage, and that time we fall in love again. How precious time it was!
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Then I woke up in the morning, my wife was sleeping there. Then I prepared myself to go to work and gave her a kiss in her forehead. Without hurry, I took my key car and rode my Volkswagen out of the garage. But there was an old woman stood after my house, she looked sad. Then I went out my car and asked her.
“Umm . . . you looked sad, can I help you ma`am?”
Then she looked at me and said.
“Today is his birthday . . . My husband was born in this date.”
“Oh! How about giving a small gift to him?”
“I want it, but he is dead . . . 2 years ago. He Commit himself to suicide from 15th floor”
“Oh! I am sorry ma`am . . .”
“It`s fine . . . he may sleep in the heaven now.”
“Do you want to go there ma`am? I mean your husband grave? I can take you there”
“Thank you very much! Yes Please!”

Then I took her to her husband grave. But before that, I bought the flower for her husband 5 blocks near my house. She cried loudly, from his cried I knew that she really missed him. I knew it! Fate cannot be changed, human just wait until it comes. Then she gave me a warm hug and we left the cemetery. 
After that I went home and my eyes shocked! My heart grew sick! People were swarm over my house! Then I asked one of them, and he said.

“I am sorry to tell you this but you must know it, your house has been robbed and your wife was killed.”
I was shocked! Hopeless! And my wife! She killed! You want took my wealth? My property? Go ahead! But not my wife! my precious wife! Then policeman approached me and said.
“I will find these bastard. I am sorry for your wife”
Then I said.
“It`s no use, my wife won`t come back!”
Then after a few hours being interrogated by policeman I went sleep in my bed without her. My precious wife!
--------------------------------------------------------------------
The alarm woke me up, not that frying pan. I got mad! And threw the clock to the wall and it broke up. I went down stair and prepare my own breakfast. My heart was sick it turned into the void. Then I took my key car and rode my car to the office.
There is no babble, or any mad voice from my boss. The statistics board decreased drastically! Then someone went out from the office door. It was boss, and then he said.
“This company is bankrupt now, yesterday our only investor committed to break the cooperation and guess what? We don`t have any salary now. Now you can go home and enjoy your life by searched a new job or spoils in your bedroom”
Then my boss went out and I move forward to see the office for the last time. It was empty there, no ticking sounds or clicking sounds. Just voices of wind and AC. Then I go to rooftop, my workmate was there. Then he said.
“I have no reason to life . . . I better die”
“No!! You should . . .”
He jumped out and died. I looked down and there were many employees that committed to suicide. I was frightened. But suddenly I remembered my wife! My precious wife! I never met her again! I never feel her warm kiss! I never feel her warm greet! If God give me one wish, I will wish her to come back. But fate had chosen his path. I must meet her! In the heaven! I need to jump! Jump! Jump! No! I must carry on my life! No! it`s useless! You got nothing! Yes! I must jump! The life cycle will control me! It must be my victory if I think in different perspective.


© Copyright 2017 WolfenDoctoral. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by WolfenDoctoral

Mannequin Manner

Short Story / Horror

Different Perspective

Short Story / Other

Popular Tags