"Hey! How was your date?" Yanmei asked, seeing her husband come home late. It was already eleven in the evening when he arrived while she remained in the living room, waiting for him.
It was not like his normal day. Yanmei would sometimes find him with a wrinkled forehead from work or just expressionless. However, that evening, he had a delicate look on his face.
Unbuttoning his shirt, Anton leaned over to first kissed her on the lips and her cheek. He then scooped her in his arms. He walked to the bedroom in silence, carrying his wife.
"Mine?" Yanmei asked again while firmly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing, mine. Nothing," he said and just remained to hold her tight. "Today was a good day for me and mom."
While his words were pleasant to her, his odd silence meant something else. Yanmei hugged him tightly and pecked on his cheek. Somehow, she felt her husband was in deep thought over a serious matter.
