I came home in a chirpy mood. With a tight hug I said to my husband, “I have good news…”
“But how…when? We decided…” He had a puzzled look on his face.
“Oh, not that good news, silly,” I said hurriedly.
My husband sighed.
“I got the promotion.”
“Congratulations! This needs celebration,” he said excitedly.
“I need to share this news with mom and dad. See you there.” I opened the door and headed to my parents’ home. It was evening-walk time for them. But that day dad went for a walk by himself and mom was alone at home which was very unusual. Turned out mom and dad had a fight over some small thing.
I decided to withhold my good news till Dad’s return.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door but found a man standing with a bouquet of red roses. There were no notes, nothing, just beautiful roses.
“Your Dad is so sweet! This is his way of saying sorry for little things,” my mom said with her cheeks flushing red. She took the bouquet and walked to the kitchen to put it in a vase. I was happy they made up.
A few minutes later my husband came with a broad smile, “Isn’t my Rose happy with the roses I sent?”
“Whaat?? You sent those roses?” I asked innocently and slumped on the couch.
“Mom mistook those roses as an apology from Dad,” I explained to my husband. His eyes went wide like a saucer.
Right after my husband, Dad also entered the house. Mom welcomed both of them with exuberance. Dad was all confused looking at Mom’s happy and flushed mood, but didn’t mention as he didn’t want to spoil the happy environment. He just had that bewildered look on his face but took it as Mom’s ever so forgiving nature.
Finally I broke the good news to Mom and Dad.
But the secret of roses still remains between me and my husband.