my wife... kiss? just five seconds? When I told him to give up with his troubled face, my wife allowed the other man to sleep.

she's my wife. "Wait a minute, I'll cook you soon!" My wife always prepares a warm dinner that she can make for me because I am busy with work and the time to go home is irregular. It's a boast, but my wife is beautiful enough to be rumored even in the neighborhood, and she cooks well and looks good. It’s been nearly ten years since I met him, and he seems to be the ideal type. When I finished dinner and had a cup of tea to relax, the shopping bag that was unconventional in the living room stopped my eyes. "What? Did you buy something again?" "Yes, I bought some clothes." "I often buy clothes these days. I'm sure it was because of my mind, but I felt a little upset by my wife who was talking while washing the dishes. 'If someone can do it, women will start looking for clothes to wear next time they meet.' I remembered just recently being told by the boss of the company that such a thing was, and my wife's friendship with Faithbook started to worry about.