Father and the Piggybank-2

  I feel hands tapping on my shoulder. I try to open my eyes slowly and blink many times to adjust the lights in the white ceiling, and that’s when it hits me.

  “Where is my wife?” I sit abruptly on the bed. A woman wearing a  white uniform yelps in surprise.

  “Calm down.” The soft voice of my wife, making my heart flutter.

  “Tri?” I ask softly, getting up from the bed and drag myself closer to where she is lying. She still looks pale but she still looks beautiful.

  She smiles. “Where is the promise that you’ll be waiting for me?” She asks teasingly.

  I sit down on her bed then pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry, baby I’m sorry.” I pull her into a tight hug and press my nose into the crook of her neck to inhale her scent deeply. I kiss her on her head, her cheeks, her nose, and her lips.

  “How are you feeling? are you okay?”

  She nods and smiles at me.

  “How long did I pass out?”

  “Four hours.”