My second Wife

My second wife always opens the door with her left hand, and sipping her champagne with a wary smile. 
The day she tells me she can't find her opal ring, I throw her a casual look as if she's said, " It's my period." 
I know that ring, it's a present I gave for her birthday. I know neither of us likes opal, but birthday is birthday, we have to do something about to show we care, if not love. 
Do I care of this kind of things anymore? 
I look back to my iPad, candy crush is chocolating my jelly beans.
I can fell the pain of the jelly beans when they are crushed by the force. I feel a bit hurt but yet a pleasure surging from my spin.
Suddenly I feel a sweetness flooding from the bottom of my tongue to my teeth.

My Mom's Curse

She just calls and urges me not to buy any soy milk from supermarket.My angry feeling is aroused in 0.0023 seconds. She does not spell it out but when we were small, this kind of "advice" always came with a curse."If you do this you would die."Somehow I can feel it, the "die" here is worse than just die, it is some kind of hell in the lowest level close to the center of the earth. The evil power of her cursing did not stop there, it deepened into our soul and our fate. The worst thing that would shame us, torture us, and reduce us, who know what that is, may be it has not been invented yet, would happen to us if we were not listening to her.I have no idea what kind of childhood she had to nourish her the way she'd cursed, she always says she is from a well off family. I think this is a slice of deep Chinese culture, and her poor vocabulary. When she wants to express something worse or more complicated than death, the death from her mouth can always  translate precisely into the viciousness she wants to deliver.And she called this love.