*Your husband is speaking on the phone* Him: *to the person* It'll be okay. Bye-bye for now... *cuts the call and sighs*... You: What's wrong, Honey? I noticed your face changing while you were on the call. Him: It's my father. You: Your father? What happened to him? Him: *sighs again* You know my mom is deād, and there's no one to take care of him in the village since my sisters all live abroad. We, the boys, can't exactly leave our businesses in the city to stay with him in the village. You: I'll do it. Him: You'll do what? You: I'll travel to the village to take care of your father for at least one year. Him: *surprised* You'll do that? You: Yes, I will. I'm your wife, after all, and your father is also my father. What kind of wife would I be if I don't take care of my husband's aged father? Him: *breaks into a smile and starts praising you* Oyo di ya. Her husband's jewel. My heart! You're a good woman, and I'm glad I married you. Watching him praise you, knowing you only agreed to take care of his father in the village because you want another taste of the hot fūck his father gave you on your wedding night while your husband was drunk and asleep: #danloader