He came home around 12, nearly passed his birthday, but made it on time. He looked happy though tired. I was wating for him anxiously and just glad to see his face storming through the door. I put my gift on the table so he could see it. It was a big box wrapped with red paper and a big white-silver-red bow on top of it. Inside was an mp3 player, very tiny one, I love the design, it was so compact, stylish and trendy. Not much, but I knew he wanted a small mp3 player for his commute to work.
He opened the box, looked through it .. and he was all smile. He loved it! He asked me how could I knew that's what he wanted. I said ... "I'm your wife, silly ... I know what you want". (at least this time around). I put two cards inside, one from me, one from Dylan. He read them while I was getting busy in the kitchen, preparing our dinner. When I turned around, he was right behind me, giving me a hug. Then he said:
"Thank you yang, ... Saya jadi sedih ... "
"Kok sedih?"
"Because I'm so happy"
In a glimpse I see tears in his eyes, but he holds me tight, doesn't want me to see him tearing.
I bought a funky little chocolate cream cake. Real small .. just to seal the deal of birthday event. Lit up the candles, took some pics, and heading to bed.
He was in bed with Dylan lying on his chest, he invited me over to get inside his arms. It was the three of us, together. I felt so warm and with so much love. And I was scared *You know the feeling of it's to good to be true* .. but then I let go my fear. I said to myself, .. it's real, just enjoy this moment right here, right now.
He gave a gentle squeeze to me and Dylan and I heard him saying softly .. "Mi familia ... "
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