SECRET WEAPON

The first, very light vibration of his cellphone that rested at the nightstand had awakened Hiromoto, who stealthily moved out of the bed and sneaked out of the house, taking with him one of the light bed sheets that slipped to the floor during his night ‘activities’ so he could wrap his naked body.

He quickly twisted it around his waist, allowing a full view of his muscular upper torso, then he sat up on the porch swing where he thought he wouldn’t be heard.

The morning breeze played with his hair, arranging and rearranging it, bringing the smell of soil wet with the night dew to him and deeply relaxing him.

For a moment, while he felt the few first rays of sun in his skin, he smiled.

A light hope sparkled in him during those mornings where he could be nothing but a loving husband in a farmhouse, far away from the city and its noise.

The phone rang for the fifth time, and then he answered to the well-known name that was flashing on the screen.

“Good morning, bro, hope you’ve