This morning, when my husband and I were getting ready for his cousin's wedding, I requested him to help me iron my long skirt.
The last time he did that, it tore a little, lol, which is fine. I know for a fact that because of that, he was somehow traumatised by it (I wasn’t even angry ok) and I thought, naturally, he would probably dodge my request, which is totally understandable.
However, Azizan - being the selfless person that he is - did it anyway. This time, he pressed it perfectly. Smooth and crisp! After all, experience is the best teacher!
When he was done, he waltzed into the room with a big proud smile on his face, and passed my freshly pressed skirt to me.
I took it from him, examine it and told him, "This is amazing! Thank you for helping me, I appreciate it. Do you know that apparently many men don't or refuse to help their wives iron their clothes? It’s not a manly thing to do, they say,”
He frowned a little, probably annoyed with me stereotyping men, and said "Well that’s them, I am not one of those 'many men', and just because I like to help my wife iron her clothes does not make me feel like I am any less of a man.”
I smiled and thought to myself. “Yeap, he is a gem.” Can’t wait for our first wedding anniversary in November! Seems a like a long time coming but we will get there.
Bye.
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