We were both laying in bed. Cindy was reading a magazine and I was reading a James Patterson novel.
“You working tomorrow?” I asked my wife.
She continued to read the magazine. “Yes, but I’m calling off. I have to go to the salon to do my hair.” She said.
“What’s wrong with your hair?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She said.
“I just wanna go regular again, I’m tired of this dye.”
Cindy has had that hair dye on for so long that I almost forgot about her natural hair. It’s straight, long and black.
“I don’t even know why you got it in the first place. Natural looks way better on you.”
She laughed at my statement. “You going with me?” She asked.
I closed my eyes shut and pretended to continue reading my magazine, wishing that she never asked me that.
“Uhh... I wish I could bae, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
She pouted and slammed her hand down on the magazine.
“Vague!” She said.
“I have to go to work.” I quietly retorted.
She looked at me with a straight face. “You work at home though.”
It was true. I worked for some Chinese company online, in which I have to write, develop and compile Java codes. And the codes are sent to the Chinese company and varrious other companies worldwide.
“FINE! I’LL GO!” I said.
She sighed and her face lit up with glee. I agreed to go, but I was not happy about it at all. Going to the salon with her is always so boring. It makes my balls itch. I never liked the atmosphere there. I laid down sideways and put the cover over my body.