The next morning, the girl woke up to the sound of music and she sat up straight on her bed, rubbing her eyes. As she looked at the sandwich and tea upon her bedside table, a gentle smile made its way to her lips. The 'Wife-doting' devil was back indeed. Her darling was back! This was all too surreal. Like a dream.
The girl jumped down the bed and picked up her cup of tea, rushing out as she followed the direction from which the music was coming.
"Piano, huh?", the girl smiled, as she walked into her practice room, where all her music instruments were kept. Ever since she had retired from the music industry, she rarely came here. But she never thought of throwing the instruments away. She loved it there. Peaceful. Silent. This room had always been a reminder to the positive and jovial years of her past. Most importantly, she had once worshipped the art of music, as if it was her personal pilgrimage.
