“Dad, can I go out for playing today…please??” his 6-year old asked settling in his lap and lovingly resting her head on his shoulder.
“No darling! There are monsters out there. I have told you so many times. They will trap in a very high tower or may be under the earth and torment you.” he tried to make her understand making note of the tears welling up in his little princess’s eyes. “Plus, we always play inside. Don’t we?”
“And we are best friends! I help you with your homework and play dolly house with you, and this way you help me get out of work stress. We help each other, right?”
“But all my friends play in the park and none of them has ever seen a monster.” she retorted with a frown, “You are a good daddy, but you are a bad daddy too. I’m not going to play with you.” With that, she ran off to her room.
“I really don’t get this monster-story of yours!” exclaimed his wife approaching him with two mugs of coffee. Shrinking his nose, he threw his head back to look up at her and said, “Aw! Your coffee smells awful. Have you brewed poison or what?”
“Nothing! No milk today, so it’s the Espresso day. Gulp it!” she remarked strongly and handed him the mug. “Espresso!! Darling, you know, I hate…” she vanished to her daughter’s room before he could finish.
He sniffed the steam above the mug, and felt its not coffee but the tension building up between him and his wife since the day he observed her flirting with his friend at a dinner party.
“She is cheating on me, with him.” He was sure of that.
Drowned in that assurance, he said to himself, “I’m not having any Espresso!”, got up, took car keys from the dining table and went out. As he drove by the park, his foot automatically hit the brakes.
Two little girls, sisters, were playing around the swing. He whistled to them and they ran up to him. “Hello uncle! Where is our friend? You said you’d bring her today for play??”
“I was, but then she said that she would only go with her friend. So why doesn’t one of you gets in the car and we get her here?” he asked with a charming smile.
“I’ll go!” replied the younger one and quickly got in.
twenty minutes later – in his house’s basement – a whisper repeated
“If you tell anyone about this game, I’ll play the same way with your elder sister too. You don’t want that to happen, right?”
No response came from the other side.
Having had half of his tension released, he got up, closed up his flyer, and walked out to a meek whimper. He climbed up the stairs and reached the door, then suddenly turned back. The sobbing ceased as the little girl’s eyes froze with horror.
He went down again and lifted her up in his arms. Brushing the dust off her back, he grinned, “I enjoyed our time together. You helped me get rid of my stress. Now, we’re best friends, right?!”
This time, a shivering nod.
Slyly, he took her to the car and drove off to get the other one.
Love had always been his best weapon.