When the wife is born in the year of the Dragon

(Baonghean.vn) - I wonder if any of you have a wife born in the Year of the Dragon like me? I'm always worried she'll fly away with some handsome, rich guy, and I, born in the Year of the Pig, will just be left groaning and complaining.

We have to find a way to keep her here. I thought about the relationship between the kite and the string. But with its solid mass of nearly 100 kilograms, even an iron chain would be hard to tie it down. The problem is having the right strategy. To be honest with you, I love my wife and I'm also one of those "Hoan Thu-like" types, like in the Tale of Kieu.

After the wedding, I told my wife:

- Since this morning, you haven't been allowed to go out alone. The robbers are getting bolder these days. They slash faces, snatch necklaces, and kidnap people as if it were nothing. And then there are traffic accidents too. One wrong move and you could lose your slender legs. If you need anything, just say the word, and I'll go for you.

After exactly three days, she couldn't stand being confined at home any longer and rushed out into the street, making my heart pound like a drum at a spring festival. I quickly changed my strategy for keeping my wife at home, using the same method that the wicked stepmother used on the innocent girl:

- It's really tough, my dear. I have to defend my Master's thesis soon, "On Harmony and Conflict Between Opposing Contradictions," and the 1500-page manuscript hasn't been typed yet. Can you help me? I'll put your name first on the list of collaborators for Master Lê Nản Nớp.

And so, I found a way to confine her in a cramped room, just high enough to reach me. Please forgive my suspicious nature. There are plenty of scoundrels out there, all well-endowed and trying to seduce other men's wives. I'd rather endure being doused with hot water and shaved like a pig than have my wife fall into someone else's arms.

Luckily, exactly one year after my wife confided in me about her pregnancy, I breathed a sigh of relief, as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

The more my heart swelled, the less I feared losing my wife. My wife became heavy and sluggish, climbing stairs breathless like a bellows. Her steps were no longer light and airy, her dove-like eyes always cautiously searching for the right path, no longer glancing sideways and driving men crazy as before. It's true that even before he was born, our son was already proving to be far more adept at managing his mother than his father.

The new situation demands a new strategy. We must free her from that cramped house for the sake of our children's future.

I said affectionately to my wife;

"My dear, staying cooped up indoors isn't good. You need to go outside, breathe fresh air, and bask in the sunshine. Your child will be healthier later on. It's against the natural order of things for someone born in the year of the Dragon like you not to be active and playful. Come, let me take you outside. Spring is everywhere already."

Quynh Tho