Hunger

I took a quick glance at the lady that stepped
into the office, with her baby strapped to her
chest. I didn't quite take notice of the fact that the man behind was with her. My mind was thinking about wrapping things up here and my trembling body kept reminding me I haven't had anything since morning.

I didn't think I'd stay out this long, would have grabbed something. So the fair lady went to the administrator requesting to get her ID card, she was asked to check her file from a heap of other files. Baby on the chest and one hand on the file.

"Why don't you ask your husband to help you with that?"

I looked up at her, then my eyes wandered around the office and rested on the gentleman's face. I looked from his wife to him, and then back to his wife.

"It's not a problem", she said taking a quick glance at her husband and returning to the duty at hand.
The administrator pressed on,

"Sit down and let your man help you with that"

I thought I saw it in her eyes, when she looked up at her husband, he stood arms akimbo. What looked like fear in her eyes and the hesitation.
Then she said calmly, one would almost mistake it for genuine care

"I don't want him to suffer"

I arched my brow, the disgust showed in the administrator's face but he was quick enough to dismiss it.

"Okay", he sighed
I almost blurted out

"But you should help her" to her husband.
The hunger pangs silenced my body, the ache in my head reminding me I wasn't ready for whatever will happen next.

I got something from that. I really didn't know what was going on. Perhaps my perceptions were right, perhaps not. Maybe the young lady really cared about her husband, or maybe he wasn't learned enough to sort through the files and she wanted to save his face.

Life is how we see it which isn't necessarily what is. Like how some will wonder why I will sit in the bus to munch watermelons. No reason would suffice, I wouldn't give any. Just that I was really hungry.