I always thought the boy across the street loved girls, until this day.
I observed the opposite side of the room under the guise of doing my chores as usual.
It wasn't long before the binoculars I bought were delivered to my door. That's right, I bought a telescope specifically to observe them.
I tried the binoculars and they were indeed clear.
The boy across the street was quite handsome, with slightly long curly hair, a tall body, melancholy deep eyes, and exuding an aura of an artist.
Did they turn out to have so many paintings in their house? There were all sorts of women on the paintings. Turns out he was good at painting people.
Just when I was about to continue exploring something more.
The door opened and a strange woman entered.
I thought the strange woman was a model for the boys until the two of them hugged and kissed.
It happened so fast, my brain couldn't react.
Is this cheating?
The duo kissed more and more exaggeratedly and made love directly on the couch on the spot.
I watched in awe.
I've been torn all day, I don't know if I want to tell the girl her boyfriend is cheating on her about this.
Until Leary comes back.
I told Leary the original story.
"Should we find a way to talk to that girl! Her boyfriend actually cheated on her! Obviously so in love."
Leary rejected me outright.
"They don't know us, so mind your own business and let them work it out."
"But it's really hard for me to see that girl in the dark."
Leary suddenly looked me straight in the eye very seriously.
"Sissy, don't just get involved in other people's karma, it might get worse."
Reasoning notwithstanding, I can't help it.
Lori told me not to mind my own business. I've been jittery for the past few days, watching the opposite side with binoculars when I have something to do.
The boy and the girl are still in love, but the thought of what I saw that day makes me sigh.
He still sends the girls flowers daily and prepares hot meals for them when they go out to work. Anyway, he acts like a affectionate boyfriend in front of the girls.
I just can't believe someone like that would cheat!
Things were getting out of hand, and after the girls left, the boys would often bring home different models, and after painting, they would have indescribable relationships.
I was also getting more and more tormented inside. Still, Leary kept reminding me every day not to mind my own business, and that even if they were cheating, they would have to work it out on their own.