Wild Eyes..

“Hello!,” she had whispered and had waved her palm over his face to get his attention one cool evening while they were having a stroll in the neighborhood.

His eyes had gone wild as usual, her anger had mounted on seeing such an act that had become a ritual.

If he had not jerked back to himself quick enough and held her hand tenderly, she would have punched both of his eyes instantly in public.

He saved himself!

Sarah had looked at her other half. She didn’t know what to do to make him stop. His sense of sight had been her major problem ever since – and his lack of control over his eyes – a disgrace to her family.

Yet the kids loved him so much and had used tons of nice words to qualify him, like the best dad in the whole wide world.

Of course! It baffled her how Mark could pull off being a good father while being a bundle of infidelity who had often fallen on the laps of other women like the weakest vessel, dropping the seeds of his loins with some of them, kids he couldn’t deny.

She had caught him a good number of times eyeing other women, right under her nose, in a very bad, bad way- deeply immersed in lust. She had used different means to make him behave. But it seemed that

One day Sarah had gone out with him for a quick lunch at an open air restaurant. She had excused herself at a point to use the ladies room and when she was walking back to their table, she saw a gorgeous lady come along. She increased her pace towards him. It was a move to save him, not to possess him. She knew what would happen if she didn’t act fast.

She saw heads turn like Mark’s. But unfortunately he forgot himself when others didn’t and with his mouth left slightly open, he followed the gorgeous lady, before she could make it, lusting.

Sarah quickly followed to take his hand to walk him away but it was too late, his gaze had traveled far – he had lost control again. Then something happened…..Two men stronger than him appeared from nowhere to give him the beating of a lifetime. The gorgeous lady stood aside to watch and so did Sarah and the other onlookers.

When he opened his eyes and saw his wife like the tower of Babel by his side and he, lying flat on the roadside, face down with hands and legs stretched in different directions, he knew he had been punished for all his sins.

He looked at Sarah, her face was not so good-traces of bitter anger and shame and more.

He looked at the people gathered around him staring at him.

He tried getting up and knew he couldn’t without a hand. He touched his lips, corners bled and he spat out blood.

Why didn’t Sarah alert the police or at least call emergency?

He stood up, his head ached too– like hell. He reached hopelessly for Sarah, she reached for his hand and helped him up.

She felt better- if only he could learn his lesson and turn a new leaf after that.

“What just happened Sarah?” He ask as if he didn’t know.

“You tripped and fell,” She said sarcastically and smiled as her heart began to clap for the second time for the mean body guards.

“Ouch!” Mark moaned and touched the corner of his lips again. He could perceive the mock in her speech.

“Then got trashed by the stampede.” She completed and her heart clapped again. She smiled again.

“Ouch,” he held his head in both hands and hastened away while eyes followed like Sarah’s.