The Secret of the Couple (Episode 38) "Words Exchanging Under the Light"

※ This story is fiction

On Tuesday night, September 30th, I got off the train and arrived home a little after 8: 00 pm. When I opened the front door, the light in the living room warmly welcomed me. On the table, there were still steaming miso soup and freshly fried croquettes.

Welcome back.

My wife in an apron spoke to me with a smile. Just that, I felt that the tiredness of the day that was hanging on my shoulder would be relieved.

When I sat down at the table, the children spread out their homework and started making a fuss, "Dad, tell me this." I took a bite of the croquette and looked into the math problem. Next to me, my wife stretched out her chopsticks while laughing, "It's going to get cold, so let me eat first." Such a casual exchange has become a daily routine before I knew it.

But tonight, I thought I would tell a different story. After finishing my meal and putting the children to bed, I turned off the light in the living room. Only the soft light of the stand light remained in the dim room. I sat down on the sofa and opened my mouth to my wife sitting next to me.

"I'm going on a business trip next month."

"Again? How much?"

"About three days. It's not that long."

She looked down forlornly for a moment, but immediately smiled gently, saying, "Be careful." Her expression hurt a little in the back of her chest. In the past, she might have been blamed as "Why again?" But now, we can afford to care for each other.

I continued.

"Actually, think about those days when I left you alone with all my work."

... "That's enough. The past is the past. But I think we are now because we had that time."

My wife's words were like a small light shining in the dark. It seemed to gently put a lid on the past that I had blamed myself, and tears began to flow.

"Thank you"

Before I knew it, my voice was a little trembling. My wife gently put her hand on my hand and said, "You are welcome." The warmth of that hand seemed to be a promise more certain than words.

Outside the window, the autumn night wind shakes the trees, and a faint buzz echoes. In a quiet room, only our breathing overlaps.

Even if the form changes, love is certainly here. There is no need for flashy performances or big words. However, it is the accumulation of small words exchanged under the light that deepens our bond.

The light of the stand light was shining softly on my wife's profile. While burning that figure into my chest, I vowed again in my heart. No matter how busy I am, I will not let go of this time - it was a night that I decided.

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