She Always Wore a Red Scarf Before Serving Me Food (Episode 1)

It began on our wedding night with a small detail I chose to overlook. Just before serving me food, my wife calmly tied a red scarf around her head.

At the time, I didn’t read meaning into it. I was happy, overwhelmed, and still caught up in the excitement of marrying such a stunning woman.

The following day, it happened again.

Before setting the meal in front of me, she reached for the same red scarf and tied it neatly. I kept quiet, convincing myself it was just chance.

But the night after that, she did it again.

This time, I paid closer attention.

Each time she served me food, her voice dropped into a soft whisper—words I couldn’t make out. Only after that did she tie the scarf, and she never removed it until I took my first bite.

Afterward, the room always felt strangely still.

What unsettled me most was that she never wore the scarf when eating her own meals.

One evening, I finally asked, trying to sound casual.
“Why the scarf?” I said with a forced smile.

She looked genuinely startled, as though the question caught her off guard.

“The scarf?” she laughed lightly. “It’s nothing. I didn’t even realize I put it on.”

But deep inside, I knew she wasn’t being honest.

She quickly turned it into a joke, brushing it aside so smoothly that I laughed along, and the moment slipped away.

I stopped paying attention—at least I thought I did.

Until one night.

We were chatting in the kitchen while she served the food when she suddenly froze. Without warning, she rushed out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused.

She smiled back at me but didn’t answer.

Assuming she’d forgotten something, I carried the plate to the table and began eating without waiting.

Then she ran back in—holding the red scarf.

The instant she saw me eating, her face changed completely.

Without a word, she turned and bolted outside.

My chest tightened as I slowly stood and followed her.

Just as I reached the door, I heard faint whispers outside. It sounded like she was speaking to someone—and she was saying my name.

I stopped cold.

To be continued…

Written by Arewa Star