Idris Point of View

I can feel it in my bone marrow – something is fishy.

Was it really me?

Yes, it definitely was. But, how could I –

"Cyrus, my brother, tell me, why do you think I'm being such a psychotic person suddenly?" I asked my brother-in-law who is sitting across me in a soft voice.

"You have always been one." He replied back, pushing a glass of whiskey into my hand casually.

What was more casual was him slandering me as a psychotic person.

That was too much, huh!

"However, you were never this kind of psychotic before." Uh, thank you so much for your affirmation.

But seriously though; why am I suddenly behaving in such a sappy manner?

"Normally, people would say, it's love. Anyone with eyes and heart could see that you love your wife so much that you are unable to stay away from her." That's exactly my point of problem!

When did I love my wife to the point, I was unable to even stay away from her?

However, the things I did these past few days indeed represented that to everyone.

It has been exactly one whole week since our wedding night and I feel like I was to be plastered to the demon girl and never leave her skin at all.

I do some silly romantic circus for her that even I don't know I could ever do something like that. I don't know where exactly those ideas flow from.

Worse, our bed activities have been so rigorous that we bloom and wither several times a day. After the wedding night, I thought it might be the effect of oysters and other arousal related food we had the night before but I've had such food several times so that could not be the only reason.

Then I thought, maybe my family mixed something weird in the food to bring out the bed-gangster out of me but that makes no sense too because what I ate, everyone ate the same too.

My mind has been so fuzzy with romance these days that now I don't even know if they are my real true emotions or not too.

At first, I thought it must be an effect of some drug but simultaneous, those emotions didn't feel bad or forced as well.

Then I thought those were real and solid true but simultaneously, I also felt that something is very fishy with those feelings.

Now, I'm so fuddled with it that I don't care anymore for my own sanity's sake.

"Grrrgal, let's go." The familiar festive tone rung in my ears. And then I remember that I was supposed to drop her off at her college.

I turned around and saw her in a casual that what normal students wear for college with a bag on her back.

As per the usual of the past week, the moment I saw her or hear her voice, something rages inside me and I will be pulled to her unconsciously but now, seeing that a large part of that rage has calmed down I wonder –

Is it because of all the satisfying intercourse we had?

Nevermind!

I hummed in response and nodded at Cyrus before walking out with her. We got in my car and she gave me her usual smile before I started the vehicle.

I observed that her smile changed from silly to a casual and a genuine one after she changed her surname to mine. However, her craziness did not lessen down at all.

Just two days ago, I saw her making amulets in her free time. I wanted to tell her not to follow her superstitious passion anymore but the words did not leave my throat.

Heh! I'm feel so drained.

"Grrrgal, we have a debate activity later, can you please help me with it. Pretty please!" Debate activity?

"Suddenly?"

"Ah yes, these are some impromptu activities that are announced suddenly in the morning and we will have only a couple of hours or so to prepare. Professors say that these activities are to train us to have quick mind." She explained.

Right, I used to have them as well when I was in my college. Good old days!

Feels like it has been an eternity since I completed my post-graduation.

"What is the topic and what do you need help with." To be honest, I quite like having a very normal conversation with her.

It feels serene. If she could talk normally without displaying any of her weird retarded qualities, I would be very happy to have a nice chat with her.

After all, she is now my wife for this life.

"We are going against a team of natural science students. Our team support the existence of metaphysics and argue with logic and evidence that supernatural exists. The team from natural science oppose us and argue that science is the foundation of everything."

Then I think the other team will likely win without much effort. To provide scientific evidence about science is quite easy. To provide satisfying evidence of paranormal existence is –

"You need to provide evidence too? Then I think you might not be able to argue much." How would you make anyone believe that Gods and ghosts exist?

Will you die and materialize into a ghost to prove?

"Of course, we can. Provide evidence is just a sneeze; don't worry. I just want to practice my argument. How about you talk for science and represent metaphysics? We will have a debate so that I can understand what might be expected from the other team. I want to win this debate at any cost. This is the first activity after we got married so winning this is very important for me." She gritted her teeth, fisted her hand and said with a determination. "You're going down, Professor Logic."

"We'll see."

We pulled up to her college parking lot, but instead of getting out, she pulled out her notebook and flipped to a fresh page. "This is our battlefield," she declared dramatically, as if we were about to duel with swords instead of words.

"Alright," I started, keeping my tone casual, "let's begin with the basics. Science is based on observation, experimentation, and repeatability. You see something, you test it, and if others can test it too and get the same results — boom, we call that reliable knowledge."

"Hmmph," she crossed her arms. "But you only observe what your senses let you. What if the supernatural exists beyond what your five limited human senses can pick up? Your 'science' is like a blind person saying light doesn't exist because they can't see it."

Okay, I'll give her points for flair.

I leaned slightly toward her. "That's where tools come in. Telescopes, microscopes, MRIs, particle accelerators — we build instruments to go beyond our senses. If something exists, it leaves traces. Energy signatures. Physical consequences. Paranormal claims never survive under scrutiny."

She waved her hand dramatically, nearly hitting me with her sleeve. "But there are consequences! People get possessed, things move on their own, some people can speak in weird tongues, and babies cry at empty corners."

"Babies also cry when they're hungry," I replied dryly.

"Listen, just because something hasn't been proven doesn't mean it's not real. People once thought germs were fake too."

"Fair," I nodded. "But the difference is — when germs were hypothesized, we found ways to prove they were there. Microscopes, cultures, experiments. We don't just say, 'Well, I felt a chill at night, so a ghost must have passed through my room.' That's anecdotal, not evidence."

"But science has no explanation for everything!" she declared. "Dreams, intuition, déjà vu, people sensing things before they happen. How do you explain those without tapping into the metaphysical?"

"Easy," I shrugged. "Dreams — subconscious sorting. Intuition — pattern recognition. Déjà vu — a glitch in short-term memory processing. Nothing supernatural. Just misfiring neurons and brain chemistry. That's neuroscience, not necromancy."

She huffed and leaned forward on her elbows, eyes sparkling with challenge. "So, you're telling me all those stories — of haunted houses, people seeing things, hearing whispers, curses and blessings — they're all made-up?"

"Not necessarily made-up. Just... misunderstood. Psychology, environmental factors, suggestibility. The human brain is wired to look for patterns, even when there are none. That's called pareidolia. Ever see a face in a cloud?"

"...I once saw a goat eating ramen in a cloud." What?

Not surprised anymore!

"Exactly my point."

She paused, scribbling something furiously in her notebook. "Fine. But what about placebo effects? You believe in something and it happens. That's proof that belief has power. Isn't that metaphysics?"

"No, that's psychosomatic response. Your body reacting to belief because of your brain's chemistry. Still natural, still biological."

"You're such a killjoy." There was a long pause as she tapped her pen to her chin, then pointed it at me like a sword. "Final question: how do you prove love? You can't see it, taste it, or measure it. But it's real."

I raised an eyebrow. "Love releases dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin. We can literally scan your brain and see what it looks like when you're in love. That's chemistry, Zephyra. Not fairy dust."

She blinked.

Then she pouted.

Alright; I'm sure she will not win this. With her level of argument with no evidence in her hand, it will be a miracle if she wins.

I should definitely watch this debate and see her come to her senses when the other team slaps away her arguments with grand evidences.

That would be – fun!

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