A Chocolaty Date

The simmering chocolate surely looks delicious and the luscious aroma is promising nothing lesser than a treat… the treat that always remains incomplete when Adi is around.

The piece of cake that momma gives, never satisfies me. Somehow, Adi's piece always looks bigger than mine. Momma never bakes a bigger cake. She keeps it “happy family” size. Every time, I end up longing for more cake...cake sauced with hot chocolate.

Chocolate! I would do anything for it. I bought chocolates on every possible occasions. Sometimes, I even stole from Adi's box. Momma tried talking me out of this craziness; instead, the effort turned her mad. She kept the chocolates locked in the kitchen cupboard, so I could fight the temptation. However, it didn't help me check my desires. The urge for it made me find alternatives. I bribed Toni, the next door kid, to buy chocolates for me. I kept them in my lockers and always carried the keys with me. I didn't let Adi linger around my cupboard, unguarded.

Momma suspected that I was up to something because I had stopped pestering her for chocolates. To make her believe that I am trying to get over it, I sometimes even took the pains of begging her for it.

Lighting the candles, I switched off the mains and put the plates on the table. Today, there was no need to hide. I was alone at home. No one would claim a share. It was a dream come true.

The chocolate cake sat proudly on the dinning table, waiting for me...me, his love. We had a date together. Tonight, he was completely mine. Long had, I waited for this. Not wasting another moment, I took a bite. He was delicious. I poured forth more sauce on him. He was so smooth and so very chocolaty. I felt full, yet thirsty for him.

"What are you doing, darling?"

I wondered why he is complaining. Had I been too harsh upon him? I guessed I should handle him gently. I took another bite and let the chocolate melt in my mouth.

He again asked, "What are you doing, darling?"

Licking the chocolate from my lips, I looked into Adi's eyes. He was sitting before me, smiling. I knew the smile…the bastard was enjoying this. He had caught me in the right moment...very favorable to him and now wanted to feast over my defeat. He helped himself with a piece of my cake. I chewed the insides of my mouth when I recognized the keys that were next to his plate. I should have known.

He said, "Yum, wifey" and dug in his plate.