Xiaomin who was unaware of the turbulence in Weimo's heart was happily going back to her room while searching about the latest trends and new arrivals.
Looking at the disappearing back, Weimo was lost in his thoughts. He was unable to figure out what was happening and the reason for everything. No matter how much he think's, the only person who can answer him is .......
It was going to be a little more than one year after which she was going on shopping. After marriage, she was very depressed with everything making her being unable to go out happily. The only thought she had while going out of the house was never to come back. Today might be the first time that she wants to come back to the same place and with the same person.....Now that she has got a new chance, she will make sure to utilise it at its best...
Weimo entered the bedroom and saw that Xiaomin was trying to choose the dress which she wanted to wear. Looking at her like this he felt as if they have went back in time, it used to be the same before their marriage when they were best friends, she liked to get ready and wear colourful stylish clothes. Afterall she was the goddess, and she surely is in the age when looks were the best booster of confidence.
She was not an introvert but she always hated having double faced people around her. So most of her time was spent with him. Everytime they were about to go shopping, he would be ready within ten minutes while she would take more than two hours. Most of time would spent on selecting between her two favourate colours, black and yellow. Black would always make her look classy and elegant, while yellow would brighten her up. Yellow would make her look like a mischevious, bubbly, cheery person... It has always been a tough choice for her and also for the people around her which was actually him.....
Turning around, when Xiaomin saw weimo she quickly asked him to come over and choose one dress for her.
Weimo knew her, even though she might give him the choice but she will only be happy when he chooses the one which she wants to wear. If not, it would be another mess to deal with her tantrums. The best part was that she liked black hence she would be always biased with any black outfit over anything else. Choosing black would always be a safer option and weimo did the same. Pointing to the black bodycon dress he praised her for being so beautiful that any dress can fit her while the black might increasingly highten her beauty.
Not that he was wrong, but just that he praised her to be safe from her tantrum. Specially if he dosen't want to become bald, he will have to make sure about choosing the choices that she wants. Running his hands over his hairs, he felt lucky to understand her tantrums in childhood only...Everytime she would ask him to choose, he would feel like his soul had left his body, her choices would be similar to a hanging knife on his neck, one wrong move and game over....
He can never forget that day when he choose something that she didn't wanted to wear. Though she happily wore the dress, but she became extra caring for him...it was too extra to be rejected and the consequences were terrible...
She would come up and offer to wipe his face for him after dinner or any other meal and while doing so, she would catch hold of his hair and pull them hard saying that it will help her, he won't turn his face while she is wiping....
No...No.....