My stomach was fine again when I woke up, so again no excuse not to go to work. I would've felt bad staying at home anyway because I don't want to leave Tartek alone. I'm motivating him at work, cracking a few cheap jokes here and there to cheer him up. I don't know, but even if he says that this happens at least once every month with his wife, it seems it has hit a bit harder this time. Actually, I have never seen him so ... depressed before. He's not even making any military jokes anymore - I have to do those for him, at which I'm not very good at, but at least the corners of his mouth are going up a bit.
Yesterday I talked to my wife about her school lessons, I didn't even start the discussion - she did (she always has this ability to read my mind). She basically just apologized that she's coming home so late and promised that in a few days it will be over. She wants her students to pass the tests because she has never had any students who hadn't passed. It's about her reputation, she admitted. Other teachers would lose faith in her, which in order would affect the decisions of students and their parents whether to choose her as their teacher or not. Which, of course, would have an effect on her income. It's always about the money. But I understood, and I felt bad about worrying so much, I actually thought that, well... I thought what every man would think in my situation, I suppose. But then, after that apology she asked me if she can stay overnight in school the next day (today). She said that her students and herself planned to stand up early in the morning and continue with the lessons for the whole day, since tomorrow is no regular school because of the festival (people know that the princess will be mad when there are only a few people attending her festivals). I just said: "Alright!" But inside I was screaming, I was burning, I was jealous. She kissed me on my forehead and thanked me. I didn't sleep well, first of all because of my stomach ache, and second because of all the feelings inside of me. There were a thousand different thoughts torturing my mind. I often woke up and looked at her while she was asleep in the moonlight that shone in through the window, I tried to convince myself that everything's fine, my wife will not be unfaithful, she is my wife and she loves me. Even now I keep thinking all these thoughts, she's still not at home and she won't come home at all today - what is happening to her? Probably she's just in the classroom, writing something on the blackboard, explaining difficult issues, gesticulating with her graceful hands, and all those greedy eyes of the students staring at them, staring at her, undressing her with their dirty gazes...
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