Love Tales

The usual penny-pinching mummy of mine, had managed to imprint a smile on daddy's face. Like the daily routine she makes from day to day, she's never at home during the early hours of the day. I didn't presume that she was off to the market. I took it as a fact.

She came home, but at a slightly later hour than the usual. The differences I oberseved was, she was empty-handed, with a little bit more expression on her. Like one of those days you see her when she return from her shopping trip, that wince for spending. I wasn't curious though, allowing my eye lids to drift down with gravity, within seconds, I didn't know no nothing anymore.

In the mid hour, I was still in bed. They called it the sleepy hours, I don't disagree. She went out after a phone call. This time, I learn the whole process through hearing, the ringing of the phone call and the light thud of the closing wooden door. Within forty-five or an hour, I can hear those haunting voices of her again. I was praying like this,'hope she's not talking to me..'

She was.

In the end, I realised that she went to the garage herself, to do something to the car for daddy. Got the tyres changed, waxed it and patching-up services. Walked a pretty amazing distant distance to be able to get a transport home.

A lady, always trying to please her man, could do everything without a complain, just to bring that smile upon her man when he gets back home from work. But I just don't get the same treatment from her. I still love the sight of this little romance she's willing to create. Are men ever responsive to these? Maybe, maybe not.

-Petite Fille-