A short Story: Personal matter

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Everyone wants his or her conjugal life a happy and sweet but it does not always happen to everyone. Moreover, they seek trust, faithfulness and understanding from each other. Life is short and nobody knows how it continues and how it ends. Sometimes, all the swear they made will be broken and devastates life which is not expected to every couple’s life. When something goes wrong we hardly prepare for solution we rather blame each other. When it is already late, we started thinking about repairing life when life is irreversibly damaged by that time.

He is now in ICU bed with oxygen mask on his face. His wife is nearby him with somber face. It seems he is ready to leave forever. His respiration is deep and slow. Indicator is showing heart rate is slowing down. There is tick-tick sound of indicator showing he has no adequate oxygenation.
He just opens his mask and starts talking very slowly with his cyanosed lips.

‘Well dear, you asked me yesterday, why not I told you about my condition. Well, it was personal matter. As you mentioned me a personal matter should not be shared even between husband and wife. I told you that time there is nothing personal matter that should be hidden from each other. If it is so, definitely it won’t work in our life. Everything should be clear and open between the husband and wife. When you were caught with some personal matter that were supposed to be hidden from me, you answered that way. At that very time, I was diagnosed to have Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and I was about to share this with you but to respect your feelings, I did not share with you since I thought it was merely a personal matter in your definition. Since then, I knew what personal matter is; I thought it should be kept within me. I did it since then. I did not want to be a dead alive by seeking chemotherapy.  I know that I was going to die shortly so I did not try a consult for chemotherapy. I thought it will be burden for you because I am the person who is going to die then why my wife should suffer from that.  You are free from me, dear, I wanna sleep forever peacefully.’

He took long and deep breath.


Nothing is seen in monitor, all the graphics for the function of vital organ were flat.

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