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It started because we blamed each other's roles. I am annoyed with my wife, because I often see messy houses, late to make coffee for me, the children who haven't showered, and so on.
My wife also accused me of all kinds. From those who accuse me of cheating, to those who often spend time outside.
Of course, each party did not accept the accusation.
Somehow my wife and I suddenly agreed to change roles, he became husband and I became wife.
So in the morning I wake up. I saw the piling up of clothes, dirty dishes, whining of children about to eat breakfast, asking for school snacks, and preparing a glass of tea for my wife who now plays the role of husband.
While my wife sprays perfume on her body, sips tea, and occasionally returns calls.
"I may come home at night. There are meetings and work that hasn't been completed. Tomorrow's the meeting of branch heads. The day after tomorrow, out of town," said my wife, wearing her shoes.
My wife opened the bag. Take out a small mirror; this is already the fourth time Is the powder on her cheeks too thick, or is there something wrong with the color of her lipstick? Every moment my wife pouted and chewed her lips. Correcting his brow line.
Then the house was quiet. My wife to the office, the children go to school
I went to the market to buy cooking necessities today. Then cleaning the house, cooking, washing, drying clothes, watering flowers, sweeping.
The house is not finished. The children have come home from school. They are upset, hungry, but I just cooked rice. My youngest child cried. I was angry, crying grew louder.
My wife came home late at night. I got angry. My wife did not accept, even more angry. The house is like a broken ship, the children are neglected, my wife said no less fiercely.
Not two weeks I lost two kilos of weight. How could I not, there is no day without a fight. Each of us doesn't want to be blamed.
"What do you do, come home late at night," I began.
"Well, you, what do you do at home? Everything is not right. The house is dirty, the kids eat late, no iron on their school clothes."
We had a big fight. Children cry.
Tonight my wife and I sleep on our backs. Silence with each other. But actually each of us knows that nobody sleeps. I'm restless. I think my wife too.
Finally.
"My wife, forgive my behavior all this time. Also my opinion about working at home, it is not as easy as I thought so far. Very troublesome. Twenty-four hours a day is not enough. I'm sorry."
There was a moment of silence.
"I'm sorry too," my wife said. "It turns out that working outside is so terrible. Twice I almost got hit by the motorbike, once slipped on the stairs when I was about to catch a train. It was so wild outside."
Shut up.
As commanded we turned around each other, we stared at each other. I saw my wife's eyes were wet, she was crying.
I said, "What if we are like before, you're at home, I go back to work outside. I promise, I won't be angry anymore if you make coffee late in the morning. Also don't blame you if the house is a little messy, the kids haven't showered yet. And understandable. if your body still smells sour, when I come home from work. Maybe a lot of homework has not been done, until you shower late.
"You want?"
"Yes. I'm also sorry, because I often get angry when you get late from work. I just realized that the atmosphere in this city is so jammed, when I leave or come home from work. I also will not accuse you, that you have cheated on other women. And understand that you rarely take the kids for a walk. You must be too tired after a long day of work, "said my wife.
I wiped my wife's tears, and kissed her forehead. We hugged, as if we wanted to merge and forgive each other's mistakes.
I wake up for a moment. I turned off the light.
Henceforth, sorry, I can't tell