Welcome Home

Note: ah, menye. hahahha. bok, dikasi deadline malah makin susah ya nulis!!

“This is the living room, and when you look over there you can see the kitchen. It’s got a refrigerator, a gas stove, an oven, the wonderful invention called the microwave, and a sink with a duck sitting on the faucet,” said he.

I could only hear my husband’s voice. Her response was unknown to me. Did she smile? Or squeezed his hand?

“We would watch TV here, or read books from the shelves. See the blankets on the couch? Sometimes we spend the night here just talking. And when she falls asleep, I’d wrap my wife in the blankets. Because, she said, a couch with blankets and throws and pillows is more affective. You can be sure you’ll have that experience,” he said to her.

“That is our room. And a few steps from there is a window looking out front. Have you seen the neighborhood? You’re going to love it here. Yes, you will. Soon you’ll be meeting kids riding their bicycles. Some nights, people hold barbecues at their back yard and we would come over. They would love to have you there.”

It was like a love affair. I could tell he adores her. You would’ve told too. There was that gleam in his eyes like when we got married.

“Are you tired?” he asked her. “One more thing to show you, then you can rest.”

With that he walked her to the den. I could see them from here. He walked her to the window looking out to the garden and they created a silhouette together. They were beautiful.

“That’s the garden. It’s winter now, so no flowers. They withered with the cold, but I promise I would spend my life growing you the most beautiful flowers.”

I smiled. He said that to me when he proposed and so far he has kept his promise. Except in winters, of course.

When he came back to the room and stood next to me, the doctor and the midwife was packing their bags, getting ready to leave. They've been here since 4 and it's unfair to keep them here longer.

After they left, I asked my husband what he was doing. And so he bent down, gave her, who was now asleep, to me and replied, “I’m welcoming her home.”

I smiled at him as I thought he was the sweetest man in the world. Then I looked at her, now cradled in my arms. I kissed her right eyelid and followed his way,

“Welcome home, baby.”