Chapter 32:
Jenny sat beside her husband's bed, holding his hand in hers. Tears ran down her face so heavily as of the current of the Paraná River.
She watched in anguish as her husband struggled to breathe through the oxygen mask that they provided him with.
She felt bad for what she did the day when he told her that was going to visit one of his friends in Austria.
Flashback :
Ethan sat on his bright green chair while reading the newspaper. The morning was like any other morning, with Jenny making breakfast and Ethan reading the newspaper.
You could hear the meteorologist's voice coming from the antique radio in the living room.
Jenny danced around the kitchen as she popped a piece of bacon into her mouth. She wore a red and white floral skirt paired with a white tank top.
She was making breakfast for both she and her husband, which was a feeling that she was trying to get used to again.
Jenny would sometimes overload when preparing breakfast, so much that she and her husband could barely eat, and they would spend the rest of their day distributing food to the less fortunate.
All this occurred because of her children.
Well, technically it's not their fault, Jenny missed her children a lot. The house was not the same without them, and she knew that her husband noticed the noiselessness in their home. She did not want that.
Jenny regretted what she wished for twenty years ago. She wanted to hear her babies running around in the house. She wanted to be back in her position twenty years ago when she was running behind her kids scolding them.
She wanted to go back to the first time when she held them. For the first time she found out she was pregnant and most of all she wanted to go back to the first time they called her mom.
'I would do anything to experience the feeling again,' thought Jenny as she stared out through the window with her hands held together at her chest.
"Honey, what's taking you long? I'm hungry!" shouted her husband from his chair.
���Never in my life would I've thought my husband would come to be like this," mumbled Jenny while placing Ethan's plate on the tray.
"I'm coming, you don't have to make so much noise!" exclaimed Jenny as she quickly walked towards where her husband was sitting and placed his tray in front of him.
And got walked back into the kitchen for her plate. "I've got something to tell you," her husband informed with food in his mouth.
Jenny gave him a cool stare, anxious about what he has to say.
'Please let it be that my babies are coming how,' pleaded Jenny in her mind. She was so done with this house being dead.
Ethan sat forward and place his hands on his knees while looking into his wife's eyes.
Motioning to his phone, Ethan announced, "I just came off the phone with a good friend of mine."
"And what? which one of my babies are coming home?" asked Jenny while jumping up and down in her seat.
Ethan gave Jenny a look before he shook his head and as said, "Everything is not about you Jen.", "That friend wants me to meet him in Austria tomorrow." continued Ethan as he moved his silver fork every time he talked.
"Wait... what?" asked Jenny as she furrowed her brows in confusion.
'This man can't be serious,' thought Jenny as she looked at him in disappointment.
"Please tell me you're joking," demanded Jenny as she released a strained laugh.
Ethan scratched the back of his head while letting out a sigh, "I can't say that Jen because I'm not."
And this is where things went downhill.
"You are a flipping bastard," sneered Jenny as she stood from her chair, causing the tray that was resting in her hand to fall to the floor.
"Christ, woman!" exclaimed Ethan as he quickly got up from his seat with his tray in his hands. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he asked as he stared at her with an expression of shock on his face.
"Do you want to know what my problem is?" asked Jenny as she paced around the patio while throwing her hands in her air.
"I'm lonely Ethan, so fucking lonely!" she screamed as she pointed a finger towards herself.
"Do you know how hard it is to wake up in a dead house and the only person living in it apart from you barely gives a fuck about your well-being?" continued Jenny as she stared at her husband.
"Are you hearing yourself, Jen?" asked Ethan as she shook his head, "You're fucking selfish, you're not the woman I promised to spend the rest of my life with," he stated.
Tears welled up in Jenny's eyes. That was the most hurtful thing Ethan has ever said to her. She had a feeling that Ethan got that she annoyed with her during the past few months, but she never knew that he would ever say that to her.
"I hate you," said Jenny slowly as she if she was talking to a toddler.
She enjoyed the feeling of pleasure that ran throughout her body when she saw the hurt on Ethan's face."I hope that you meet up in an accident to where ever you're going and just die," she continued.
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He had this weird feeling that Jenny was serious about this statement that she made.
"Jen baby, surely you don't mean that," said Ethan as he reached out towards her.
Jenny looked into Ethan's eyes. She had her arms akimbo and asked him, "Did I say it?" and watched as Ethan nodded, then continued, "Then I meant it."
Ethan stared as she walked by him towards the direction of the garden, before shaking his head.
'It's just one of her moods,' he thought as he went upstairs to pack.