Jealousy
This essay is written for my English exam with the given title.
Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely unintentional.
Do not distribute without my permission.
Do enjoy it :D
I could feel it tingling in the depths of my stomach. It was an irritable feeling. Usually, the sight of him would bring a smile to my face. However, right now, I desperately wanted him to disappear. Usually, the flirty smile on his face would make me blush furiously, but now, that same smile he had on his face was making me see red. Usually, his laughter was music to my ears, but right now, his jovial laugh was like a broken recorder repeating the same syllable over and over again and it was beginning to get on my nerve. More importantly, what annoyed me so greatly was the fact that she was standing so close to my man...
It all started off innocently. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining majestically in the sky-blue heavens and the trees were swaying gently to the breeze's soothing rhythm. The air was warm with a small tinge of cool, and I was happily taking advantage of that cold.
"Are you sure you're feeling cold?"
I giggled and nodded as I snuggled deeper into the embrace of my beloved. I heard him sigh as he wrapped his hands tighter around my frame.
"Do you know what day it is today?" I whispered to him, not wanting to break this hug he is giving me. He looked at me queerly and asked for the date. Slightly annoyed by his reply, I told him the date. For a moment, he paused. Suddenly, like something has finally caught up to him, dread began to flood into his face. His face became pale and his lips were parted as though he was watching a horror flick.
"What's wrong?" I inquired as I tapped his shoulder lightly but he did not snap from his fear-induced trance. Now I was getting worried - This was not in my plan. I nudged him again, this time harder and as though on cue, he jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. In a flash he was out, all ready in an elegant black suit with a tailor made black blazer.
He rushed over to my side and pulled me up and led me to the door.
"Wait! I haven't change yet!" I yelped as I tried to slow him down. It worked! He stopped, but his following action brought me great disapproval.
"Wear that black turtle neck and purple bell skirt. For your shoes, you can wear that cornflower blue pumps we bought in
"But, it doesn’t match!" I proclaimed.
"Never mind that! You are already gorgeous," with that he hurried me into the room to change. I was fuming by the time we got to the car.
'What could be so important that it can replace me?' my mind screamed as he swerved down the curving road. Finally, he puled up at a very grand looking bungalow. It was three storeys high and had walls made of a two-way mirror. It was indeed a beautiful piece of architecture. But I was still not satisfied. Knowing my husband very well, he was not the building kind of person. He got off the car and I followed in suit. He began to make his way towards the front door of the enormous building in a hurried fashion leaving me with no choice but to chase after him. However, due to those pump he made me wear, the pace turned from brisk walking to strutting.
When I entered the mansion, I could feel my blood pressure go up. He was still in contact with her! I thought he had totally cut off all relations from her after he quit his previous job and set up his own company! I was furious and green eyed as I saw my dashing husband who Is standing at 1.80 meters tall with a muscular build approaching her. His mouth was full of praises as he saw her clad in a stunning white dress.
The red thread between her and my husband could be traced all the way back into the years when my husband was six, and it took me a long time to over throw her position in my husband's heart. The feeling that I was experiencing now was not betrayal, but more of jealousy.
I was jealous. I hated how my husband sung praises to her. I was jealous of how my husband would give her the boyish grin that used to be reserved for me and me only.
As I continue to watch my husband croon over her beauty, my green eye monster turned red and now, he thing burning deep within me was anger, pure rage. I was furious.
He knew how much I hated wearing pumps, yet he still made me to. He knew today was a warm day yet, he still asked me to wear a black turtle neck. More importantly, he knew that I hated it when he dedicated all his attention to something other than me.
I am his lawful wife for five years and up to now, I still have not been able to receive so many praises from him like what she was receiving right now. My heart broke when I saw how my husband neglected me for her, and once again, I felt jealous of her.
With that, I turned around and stalked out of the house. Furious at his behavior, saddened by his actions and jealous of her. I went back into the car and turned on the stereo trying to block out the outside world.
"Oh, it seems like we have a caller. Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?" I heard the radio cackle. Suddenly, a familiar voice came on.
"Hey, I got a message for my wife. Celeste dear, it's Josh. No, I did not forget your birthday. Look outside of the window." I was shocked at the sudden words that were uttered to me by my husband via the radio. Instantly, I do as I was told. There, he was standing outside the window as how I was told looking as handsome as he was. In his hands was a present that was neatly wrapped up with a yellow wrapping paper and a bright lime green ribbon. Instantly, I rushed out of the car and stood in front of Josh as he took my hand into his.
"You did it again," he chuckled as he teased our wedding band that he placed on my ring finger at the church five years ago. The ring that we exchanged was a simple ring made from Sterling silver with a small diamond embedded in smooth silver surface reflecting any light that fell upon it. Although it was simple, it was special and bore a very great significance to me. It was a sign - a sign of our vows, our union and our love.
"I love you." He smiled as he brought me into a hug.
"More than the piano?" I tried. I was not going to give up so easily.
He laughed as he heard my reply and nodded. "More than the piano," he affirmed before planting a kiss on my forehead. "I love you more than the piano," He whispered affectionately. A small smile began blossoming across my face as I pealed myself away from him.
The jealousy that pierced my heart a moment ago was slowly ebbing away. Honestly, how stupid was I to be jealous over a piano? I am probably the most jealous woman on this planet. However, I am proud of it.
Written By: Chloé Chan
Short Author Note:
This story/essay is written with the theme of [Jealousy]. Unlike the first essay posted, [He], [Jealousy] is an exam piece for my Preliminary Exams English Paper 1 Section 1 and i got a score of 22/30 :D this is so far my highest score and i am super proud of this essay :B
This is my third essay to be published in [Facets] and truth to be told, i am looking forward in seeing the class reaction to this piece. #laughs
After my O-levels, i should take one of my classmates advice and write a story out of my 2 main characters, Josh and Celeste using this 2 essays as part of the greater story since its like a continuation :B
but, that is still just a contemplation. i'm still considering if i should do it... haha :D perhaps, i should...
BTW, this story is 99% fictional, and 1% reality.
HOPE you enjoyed reading it :D
i have just presented you [Jealousy]!
HOPE you've enjoyed it :B
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