I do not understand myself these past days.
I am so irritated by my wife every time she talks about the bank.
If only I had not operated, then we could have been working all these times. I feel useless that I cannot even contribute anything.
I know my wife noticed it, but she prefers to put up with it. It was difficult for both of us.
Now, I find myself restless while waiting for her to arrive home. Uncle Joseph picked her up 10 minutes ago so they may be already in the elevator by now.
When the door hinges sounded, I immediately got up and met my wife as she entered the door.
She looks happy and I know there is good news for my request.
"Babe! I knew it!" she chuckled and pinched my cheek.
"What?" I asked her and pretended not to understand what she meant.
"Don't be in denial," she giggled.
