Chapter ELEVEN: When things happening for a reason…

It began one summer day. One of those annoying black flies somehow found its way I soy the house. It was a super humid sunny day. 40 degrees C and humidity pushing it to 42 degrees C We just arrived home from doing the usual grocery shopping for the week. Somewhere; I don't know when, a big black hairy fly found it's way to cool shady paradise. Maybe flying for hours on its way to unknown territory,  the exhausted fly needed a break; out tv. Being black, we didn't noticed until late we turned on the tv. 

Officially, we had an intruder. We were watching a documentary about nature, so the fly was pretty much on first row watching with us a nature documentary. World Soccer Cup. My husband, super big fan of the World Cup, already planned, talking to himself he was going to watch all possible games to happen. He was super happy- his favourite team made it to the semifinals. This even is so big, not watching the whole semi finals and finals would've been a crime. I already was prepared for this, because the semifinals started a year ago. Being in the finals was a great deal, we had to watch it with friends and celebrate the winning team, if it happened to be our team. I warned him to be careful, the fly was turning into an annoyance. Other than hearing the fly going back and forth between the garage door snd the door to the backyard, sometimes we heard the fly cursed us snd hit bounced us like telling us to leave. Maybe a way of telling us to f*off.

Two days after, after work we sat down to watch tv. Somehow something I felt was missing, but something at the same time, was missing. After 2 days telling my husband 'be careful with that fly' was a annoying task to complete. I've noticed something wrong on the tv screen. I asked my husband if he killed the annoying fly. He proudly said YES!. But it didn't stopped there. Somehow this annoying fly left a mark on the tv. 

I was here' was the somehow; the message the fly left. I mentioned to my husband. The fly's signature was annoying me. My husband promised by the time I come back, the tv will be cleaned and everything will be back to normal. First was the fly, next his legacy. The fly's legacy. My husband made me super happy. No more annoying fly, but now was annoying fly's signature. My husband without noticing made a tiny dot scratch on the screen. The 'tiny fit' grew, turned into a dash, and then started to grow. It was like the run on the pantyhose.

I googled it for a solution- nothing.

Fortunately, we saw a great deal - a 50in flat tv, 3D Sony with Blue Ray entertainment set for 1000. Including the 3D glasses. 

We had s new tv to watch the World Cup. Super great for my husband, awesome for me watching 3D movies. So we invited friends to come over to watch the finals. Great time to share, we would have a potluck and some other invited friends would bring the drinks, of course to celebrate the winner.

Of course my husband's team made to the finals; and won the tournament. They won the golden world cup. On the second half time, they started to catch up on their judgement to play their game the way everyone knew.  Beers started to ran. Potato chips, corn chips and cheese sauce with jalapeños to try. More beer. And more beer. A friend of us, that always spoke and complained over and over again, typical of soccer games. We were so much into drinking beer that the euphoria created made him drink more, our friend only streptococcus say, 'listen I told you we were to win' 

He repeated that phrase many times. 

He forced us to listen to him, he was the best commentator, we all had to listen no matter what. 

Finally my husband's team won the cup. The happiness was huge. The euphoria was thrown through the window, not celebrating was a crime. After all the yelling and screaming all these soccer games brings, our special commentator was sitting on his chair. After commenting for an hour an a half, we gave him the attention he claimed for. He drank so many beers, he forgot what to say. In complete silence we stared at him. 

Our commentator finally got out attention, but it was too late for him.

After many time saying he was to talk, and finally had all of our attention; he admitted he forgot what he was going to say. 

It was hilarious.

There was a complete death silence. Even the AC stopped. No cars passed by. No annoying flies. No body cheered, it was his time to speak up and express himself.

He had the hole world for him.

But he forgot what to say.