The morning go to work, the table with a small late yesterday to printed documents and a cup of steaming coffee, I smell the delicious perfume, sitting at the table in a daze, even have come in do not know. She turned to go, I told her:" you help me in the international hotel reserve a table for birthday parties, Friday night. "
On that day, I drove to his wife unit to meet her, his wife at the age of 40, in a hospital as a department director. In the international hotel, she walks in the decorated magnificent hall, a bit uncomfortable, action / up. At the restaurant, to see many of my friends in western dress and leather shoes, the gentlemen and jewelled beauty, she became more and more uncomfortable. She was annoyed to see my one eye, I know I made a mistake, should not bring her here, should not let these business friends to participate in. My wife and I sat down, the banquet began. A large, everybody turns toasting, wife that get used to operation knife hand apparently not used goblet, hands in between is very clumsy. Have to toast, I try to pretend nothing had happened to his wife, the wife looked up at her, looking at me, a little bit nervous hesitation, sprang to his feet, hands dragging tablecloth, the glass was knocked down, spilled wine on clothes, have rushed for his wife to wipe.
Drink almost, we began to sing with Cara OK, I see his wife some sad, let love left to take care of you, I to accompany his wife to go. I took her to visit my company. His wife sat in the car, as if thinking of sth. to say:" your girlfriend than I thought it was beautiful, and talent, especially small, even the woman looked at all can not help but want to see her. No wonder, you have, woman love man with talent, and you make friends, if there is an afterlife, I would rather be your friend, and not a wife. "
I said: "it is to make you happy. For so many years, I invite many friends to dinner, almost ate all the Le Grand Large Hotel, but never asked you, I was always busy, his family and his son were pushed to you. These years I owe you too much. Today is your birthday, I want to let you enjoy it. " On his wife's face appearing a grave. All that day, everybody says to her" Happy Birthday ", but 40 years of a woman, happy is not 20 years old birthday double.
My heart is full of guilt to his wife. His wife had died down, she read it, said:" these are you? " I said. She said:" well, these year you no trouble. " I asked her:" you ask me how much property? " His wife shook his head. I said: " I got you a birthday gift. However, I feel for you for everything I do, I send what seems too light. What do you want, I will promise. "
His wife shook his head:" I want you and your son. "
My heart sank, dare not to see her.
We go home together, I gave her a birthday gift, a Japanese imports of Nissan, a mobile phone and a passbook, wife but not many women received a gift of that sense of excitement. She sat beside me, just gently as I pull a head of white hair. She said:" I remember a few years ago we always moving, I remember a time when moving, his son was only 7 years old, I am in your clothes, you were not at home, my son looked at me a dress clothes carefully stacked up, suddenly asked me:" Mom, I love you, dad? " I suddenly froze there, don't know how to answer his son's question. Indeed, the problem is too confusing me, then I don't really know the inner world of you so much love, cumbersome life let us experience will soon forget, sometimes suddenly feel that we are very strange. At this time, son said:" do you love daddy, otherwise why would pick up for him. "