"High-tech" spy

Ok, story time. I watched this story happening this afternoon. I wasn't sure if I should write about it at first because it's something bad about a person I really love. But, the story is important to me, because in her action I saw my own mistake.

Well, let's call the main character Q. She's a very beautiful, understanding but sometimes extremely sensitive woman.

Q, her husband and I live in a 3 bedrooms apartment. They own the apartment, while I'm just a visitor, spending 2 month of my summer vacation here in Kuala Lumpur. The couple treats me really nice, like today, they invite me to have dinner with them.

When I was doing laundry this afternoon, Q came to me with her husband's cell phone and ask me to teach her how to use cell phone. She especially asked many questions about how to check calling record and messaging. I didn't think too much about it at first, so I taught her everything she wanted to know, including some other functions such as the digital camera. But I have this weird feeling that why she didn't ask her husband to teach her since this is his cell phone. I wonder why she turned to me for help. "Well, this is none of my business. I just do what I should", I told myself. Before returning the cell phone to her, I told her I could show her some cool things on that phone, like the mp3 player and the video editor. But she refused and grabbed the phone back. Without saying 'thanks', she ran back to her room. "How weird! I hope she's fine", I've never seen Q acting like this. Is she in trouble? But then again, it's none of my business anyways. I came back to my room.

Later, Q's husband went to kitchen and started to cook. Q came to me again with some more questions about the cell phone. I noticed that this time she had a small phonebook with her. While I was answering her questions, she started to match the calling record with the phonebook. "Ha, I see.. she's trying to figure out who her husband had talked to.. Women’s stupid old trick.." I whispered to myself. I also noticed that the numbers on her phonebook were all her husband's female friends. My feeling at that time was really hard to describe. It's like I've helped her doing something really bad.

But that was not it. Q's husband suddenly came in and announced that dinner was ready. Simultaneously, Q threw her phonebook underneath my pillow and used her body to hide it from her husband. She smiled to him, as beautiful as she always is, "Oh.. thank you hon. We're coming! CiCi was teaching me how to use cell phone. I'm so out of fasione..hhee.."

They left. The phonebook was still under my pillow. I sat on my bed and stared at my pillow for a long time. I felt it was never more ugly than it was at that moment. It even made me want to vomit. I thought the first thing to do the next morning was to change a new one...
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While I'm writing this story, I remember something similar I've done to my closed one. Even though I didn't mean to do it, I'm so sorry about my 'overwhelmed curiosity'. I think if I really love someone, I should trust him like I trust myself, believe him like believing God helped me make the right choice.

In the worship today, the pastor said: Talk to others about your mistake. They won't look down on you because they've already known your weaknesses. It's important for yourself to see your own weakness and sin.

I don't know how Q would feel about her action. I hope she learned something from the worship today as well.