My husband was so used to sending me home for the past 5 years that he developed that routine. On the contrary, we both live an hour apart from each other. Upon arrival to our home country after honeymoon, I recalled the amusing conversation we had earlier. Sometimes, I am in a lost for words to my significant other’s confidence. Speechless.
Husband: “Have you called your parents that we are arriving?”
Me: “No, but I texted them.”
Husband: “Ok I’ll send you to your home first, so at least I can catch the last train to my place.”
Me: “No, we can share the taxi together to your place.”
Husband: “It’s expensive to continue the taxi fare from airport to your place and mine.” [confidently]
Me: “Err what?” [realised husband starts to sprouting nonsense]
I refused to continue with the conversation. Gave him a hard stare and flashed my wedding ring. [Long pause] Husband starts to realised that we already married.
Husband: “Fine. We’ll take the cab home. Just.. keep walking”.
Husband: “Don’t judge me.”
Me: “I still love you.” [still laughing]
Husband: “I know.“
Sigh. We are still adjusting with the newly married situation.