The husband was a man of few words, while the wife had a tendency to chatter incessantly. Often, she would ask him, “Do you still love me?” He would remain silent, and she would sigh, saying, “You’re like a mute.”
The husband still didn’t speak, continuing with his task at hand: washing her feet. This was his daily routine since they got married because his wife worked as a cashier at a supermarket, standing for eight hours every day. From the day they got married, he had washed her feet every night.
The wife was lost in her own melancholy thoughts, but soon she began to feel drowsy. A pair of strong hands were massaging the soles of her feet, making her whole body relax, and sleepiness quickly took over.
She mumbled in dissatisfaction, “Every time I ask if you love me, you just massage my feet…” Before she could finish her sentence, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
The husband stood up, carried his wife’s curled-up body from the sofa to the bedroom, and then went to take care of the foot bath.
Love sometimes doesn’t need words; actions are enough.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
