Mellie my wife and I lived in a mountainous and remote village similar to those areas depicted in the war zones of Cambodia. Besides me, she had two other husbands.

As I was walking back home, I passed by a grassy portion of the mountain and saw Mellie and her 2nd husband lying down. They were inside a flimsy mosquito net thus making them very visible. She had long hair and I could well see the beauty and youth in her face. They had just finished making love and I overheard her giving instructions to Nene and Lala who were our house helps. I just hurried and walked past them.

I walked through the tight and narrow pass along the mountain ridge that had an abundance of long and resilient vine and branches that served as a bridge. Nene and Lala were also there who were cooking. As I was crossing the bridge, I was also swaying and shaking it as if playing which made Nene scream with fright that it might break. Luckily I was able to cross the bridge without any incident.

I just saw that my sister-in-law Irene left her wedding ring atop a chair. It was my notion that she deliberately left it there for me to see and get. True enough, I took it and wore it in my finger.