RDD 99
There was always a question in the households about "who should be the one to hold the money?".
In my opinion, it should be the wife, especially in our country. Because women knew how to handle money than men in the Philippines. Not going to lie, most men in middle and lower-class families have vices. Either cigarettes or alcohol. So their wife usually had to control the expenses of the family to meet ends.
The wife was responsible for cooking food and many things, which in my opinion was a great job. She was staying in the house most of the time and she knew what the family needs. Especially when there are children, I hate to say it but mothers know best.
Now, I'm not downgrading the roles of the father. It's just true that men usually work outside the house. We didn't even know what was happening inside the house every day, because we are not there. We didn't know if the kids were hurt playing games or how many candies they ate unless they were told to us.
Perhaps that was not enough reason. Maybe we should open a joint bank account? But that stuff was not known in our country. Mind you that only 30% of Filipinos had bank accounts, and these statistics were back in 2019.
It was still 2000 and the idea of a bank account was still not relevant in the lives of Filipinos. So joint bank account won't work.
Anyway, many might not like my decision... But I gave most of the profit to my wife and let her decide what to do with it. She said that we need to renovate Sophia's room and I agree. Once we had enough money, we can do that.
However, despite giving my wife money, I still felt that something was wrong. She was not happy when I have her 5000 pesos! That was a big amount yet she didn't even flinch. As if she was thinking about other things.
"Honey, are you okay?"
I asked worriedly. We just finished eating dinner. I realized that there was something wrong when she didn't eat a lot tonight. My wife had a good appetite.
"N- Nothing."
Penelope forced to smile. I was helping her fold the clothes. Even her folding was a bit mindless tonight.
I started thinking of the reasons why she was acting this way.
Her period was next week, if I'm not wrong. Because her safe day was usually nine days before her period.
"Honey... Will you still love me if I'm a worm?"
"Ah?"
What? Where did this question come from? I could not believe that this type of question was alive despite the different eras and universes.
I knew this kind of question. This is a trap! My exes tried to ask me the same question before.
"Of course, honey! I still love you even if you're a worm."
I do love my wife... But I didn't know how to make love with my wife if she was a worm.
Although I knew that I have to answer her questions the way she liked it. Unless I might have to sleep on the couch tonight.
"Is that so? Then what if I'm a mosquito? Will you still love me?"
She stopped folding the clothes and stared at me seriously. I could see her eyes twinkling...
I fucking knew it! She is playing with me.
"Honey. Mosquitoes are deadly insects. Worldwide, there are 50 million cases of Dengue and around 22 thousand died because of it--- B- But of course, I will still love you if you're a mosquito!"
I stopped talking about statistics when I saw her getting sad. So I changed my answer instead.
"I will let you suck me," I added, with a bit of horniness.
"... I see." She looked down. It seemed that she was conflicted.
"Honey, I'm here. You can tell me what's burdening you. Remember, I'm your husband."
I said and held her hand. I didn't know what she was thinking but I sincerely wanted to help her.
"Keith... Do you think I'm getting fat?"
"Huh?"
I was surprised by her question. I subconsciously looked at her stomach... She had belly fat but not that big or ugly at all.
Unfortunately, Penelope read my thoughts. Perhaps my expression was too clear. She pouted and glared at me.
"I knew it!"
"Babe, you're chubby but not fat at all! And I love that you're chubby and healthy!"
"Chubby and fat are the same! Humph! So you don't love me because I'm fat, is that so?"
"Of course not! I love you even if you're fat!"
"How did you know?"
"Because you have a chubby tummy!"
Uh-huh... That slipped out of my mouth.
"Keith Castillo! Hah! So I'm really fat, huh?"
"Honey, listen to me! You are beautiful, you don't have to worry about your appearance. Because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."
"... Really?"
She narrowed her gaze.
I knew that this might be the last chance to fix this fight so I had to make sure that it would satisfy her.
I approached her and kissed her forehead. Penelope blinked blushingly but she was still glaring.
"Wife, you know how much I love you."
"... Yes." She nodded shyly.
"You're weight right now doesn't affect me. In fact, I like your fat ass."
"..."
I answered it right, right?
Penelope sighed and pulled my collar. She kissed me and pushed me to the bed.
"Let me get this clear, I'm still mad... So you have to show me how you love my fat ass."
"I bet you I will smother my face all over your ass." I grinned.
"Second, we will start doing exercise starting tomorrow. You will help me lose weight!"
"But what about the fat ass?"
"... We will try to find a way to keep my fat ass. I think there are exercises for that."
"Okay!"
Exercising every day was a good thing. I would never say no to that. Even though my daily mission could be accomplished by working in the burger shop, it was not bad to gain bigger biceps.
So our night passed by with me showing how much I love my wife's fat ass...