After their Question and Answer Ga, Zhen-Zhen's mood changed. She was upset with Tristan. Then she rembered Grandpa Lu's advice when they talked yesterday.
[ Grandpa Lu: "You also need to have a little bit of authority over your husband. Learn to refuse and to threaten him so that he would be disciplined." ]
[ "If he commits a mistake and makes you sad, just tell him that he is not allowed to touch you, nor kiss and hug you. I assure you, this is a very effective way of punishing and disciplining your husband." ]
Upon rembering that, Zhen-Zhen imdiately removed Tristan's arms which were hooked around her waist. Tristan was taken aback by her action.
"Wifey? What's wrong?" Tristan asked her, feeling clueless.
Zhen-Zhen bit her lower lip, racking her brain what excuse she would tell him.
She suddenly stood up, saying "Hubby, I'm thirsty. I'm just gonna go to the kitchen and get water to drink."
Tristan nodded at her. And just like that, Zhen-Zhen avoided Tristan. When she ca back to the living room, she was already holding a glass of water.
But Tristan noticed that Zhen-Zhen sat down to the opposite side of the sofa instead of sitting down beside him.
'Wifey? Why are you sitting far away from ?' Tristan thought to himself while observing Zhen-Zhen silently.
Tristan wanted to cuddle her while watching so he was the one who moved closer to Zhen-Zhen. But Zhen-Zhen was hell-bent to avoid him tonight.
When Tristan was about to hook his arms around her, Zhen-Zhen stood up once again, pretending he would get another glass of water.
Tristan saw that her glass was still half full. He wondered why she had to go back to the kitchen to get another water to drink. He could only sigh deeply as he waited for Zhen-Zhen to co back.
"Why is it Zhen-Zhen's mood suddenly change?" Tristan murmured to himself.
After saying that, Tristan just shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I am just overthinking. She is just fine a while ago." he continued his monologue.
After a few minutes, Zhen-Zhen went back to the living room but this ti she remained standing beside the couch.
"Tristan, I think I should go and sleep now. I still have class tomorrow. I don't want to be late," Zhen-Zhen plainly said to him.
"Oh, yes. We can go to bed now, wifey!" Tristan said excitedly before switching off the television.
He was about to pull Zhen-Zhen towards his room but she suddenly stopped him. Tristan turned around to face her, giving her a questioning gaze.
"Wifey, are you not coming? I thought you wanna go to sleep now?" Tristan asked her confusedly, still holding her one hand.
"I'm not going to sleep in your room tonight, Tristan," Zhen-Zhen inford him.
Tristan's eyes widened after hearing that. "Huh? Why not, Wifey?" There was a hint of disappointnt in his voice.
"Hmm, I just missed sleeping in my bedroom. You told that I could use it whenever I wanted right? I wanted to sleep there tonight… together with FaMo." Zhen-Zhen said as an alibi to Tristan.
Tristan felt like crying right now. He didn't want to be separated from her during bedti. Now he regretted telling her that.
He felt reluctant to let her sleep alone in that room and he was already used to sleeping with Zhen-Zhen in one room and in one bed.
He didn't know why suddenly wanted to sleep in her room tonight. He was about to propose that he would accompany her in her room but Zhen-Zhen walked away imdiately without waiting for Tristan to say another word.
Tristan stayed rooted in his spot, watching Zhen-Zhen's retreating back. He felt like a pitiful child who was abandoned by his parents. He had no choice but to respect his wife's wishes.
Tristan took a deep long sigh before stomping his feet while marching towards his bedroom.
After reaching his room, Tristan had slumped into bed, he lay there, racking his brain hard to figure out why Zhen-Zhen suddenly acted like she was avoiding him intentionally.
He was facing the ceiling, blinking his eyes, and reliving their monts in the living room.
"What's wrong with my wifey? She didn't even give a good night kiss nor a good night hug." Tristan was complaining to himself.
Then he suddenly tugged his hair. "Argh! What did I do wrong? Why she suddenly beca cold towards ? Is she intentionally avoiding ? But why? Why?"
"And, why does she suddenly stop calling hubby?" Tristan also noticed that Zhen-Zhen called his first na several tis instead of using the endearnt 'Hubby'.
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On the other hand, Zhen-Zhen arrived in her bedroom. FaMo was there lying on her bed. He was ditating. When he felt Zhen-Zhen's presence, he imdiately opened his eyes, stood up, and faced her.
"Are we going to sleep now?" FaMo asked her.
Zhen-Zhen just nodded her head while giving him a faint smile. FaMo jumped off the bed to go out, thinking that Zhen-Zhen just went into her room to fetch FaMo.
FaMo was already walking towards the door when he realized that Zhen-Zhen was already sitting on the bed.
"Eh, Zhen-Zhen, I thought we are going to sleep now?" FaMo asked her confusedly.
"Yes, FaMo, we are going to sleep now in this room," Zhen-Zhen inford him.
FaMo couldn't believe it. "As in, you an here? In this room?" FaMo asked her once again to confirm it.
Zhen-Zhen just bobbed her head.
"Really? Only the two of us? Here? No Tristan?!"
"Yes, Only the two of us. No, Tristan."
When Zhen-Zhen said that FaMo's eyes sparkled with delight as his gloomy face a while ago suddenly brightened up. He looked like a Cheshire Cat from Alice in wonderland because of his broad grin.
Because he felt very happy that they won't be sleeping with Tristan tonight, FaMo couldn't stop himself from jumping around the room. He was rejoicing.
'Yahoo! There's no Tristan tonight! No Tristan! Only and Zhen-Zhen! Hahaha.'
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