After nearly an hour after Deb left, my husband recieved a call.
"Who's it honey? At this time of the night?", I enquired.
"Its Deb, his plumbing is leaking and there's water all over the apartment. I need to go!", he said hurriedly.
"Seems weird!", me the skeptical wife.
"There's nothing weird about it. Plumbing leaks and water flows ",as he reached the door.
"Ooookay!", I answered weirded out by his sentence formation.
I peeped out through my window, and he sat in a similiar black sedan.
He had mentioned about Deb's girlfriend having one. But with Debs apartment leaking he couldn't have come here. So is it Deb's girlfriend? Or they are hiding something from me?
I was tired from the fall and decided to investigate in the morning. When I woke up, I saw my hubs with his filthy work outfit on the bed .
I liked my bed clean but he mustve been tired so, I didn't wake him up.
By the time I had made the breakfast and was about to wake him up, I saw him ready about to leave for work.
I gave him the evil eye.
"What now?", he asked.
"Why the hell is Deb asking for personal favours all the time and then not giving you some time off in the morning?"
"Just this once babe!", he began eating his breakfast.
Babe , he always uses this word to dodge a truth. I know but I had more work to do this morning and left earlier than usual.
Finished my work early and was at home when my mind flashed back to that jukebox my dad left for me and I began searching for it.
A beautiful ornate design with French antique artwork and a beautiful canary which opened up to a secret chamber. It was one of my most priced possessions. I always thought about how my father could've afforded such an expensive vintage looking piece of art.
He'd always laugh and say it was handed to him by his father and he's doing the same by handing it to me.
Yet it always felt weird! As it had no family emblem or anything indicating to it being a family heirloom.
But as I searched in the attic I came across something, I had never hoped to find!