70 Work Hard to Earn Money for the Wife (2/2)
”Don't interrupt.”
”Okay.” He hold his mouth in order not to laugh.
”I like sundae with different flavors.” She sniffled.
”Are you crying?”
”No.” Her voice is hoarse and sounds like someone who's crying. He had read on a site about PMS and mood swings.
”What else? Tell me what you want my sunshine.”
”I don't really like sunshine.” She sniffled.
”Hmm. I'll send the sundae for you right away.”
”Okay.”
He contacted his friend that owns an ice cream factory and he asked for a sundae machine with complete sprinkles and cones and that someone would pick it up. He ask his men to help pick up the machine and he sent the bill to his friend's bank account.
”Seriously bro? This is too sudden?”
”My wife wanted sundae so—she would enjoy it.”
”Woah, that was fast right? Expecting little Gabby and little Sabrina?”
”We aren't expecting any.” He said.
”Oh.” Jiro was silent for a while. ”What about nights out? It's Friday and we haven't been in a group jam. Bring your wife I am sure that the boy's wives and girlfriends would love to meet her.”
”I have to consult my wife about that. She doesn't like crowd.” He answer nonchalantly.
”I understand but man, it will be my birthday soon.”
”Okay, I will talk to my wife. But now she's not in the mood.”
”I understand bro.” Jiro sigh. ”Is there anything else your wife needs?”
”I'll call when I need something from you.” He hang up and call his wife.
”Do you like it?”
”A sundae machine?”
”Yes. So if you like ice cream you could have it anytime.” He can feel her smile from the phone.
”Hubby, I love it.” she mutter.
”Don't eat a lot of it. It is bad for your period. Make sure to have hot pads with you always.”
”Okay.”
”I'll be home soon. I'll just finish few of this.”
”I'll wait for you.”
He hope he could go to his wife and comfort her. When the clock struck six. He pick up all of his papers and locked it on his drawers neatly. He pick his coat, wallet and phone as he got out from his office. His secretary said his goodbye.
His driver pick him up in front of his office building. But just as he was about to get in, an arm wrapped around his back.m and the smell of perfume enters his nostrils and the familiarity makes him cringe. He immediately unwrapped the arms and face the woman who look so vulnerable.
”Gabby.”