Grandpa’s birthday was always a grand affair. Ever since he turned seventy, it had become a major event. This year, we had booked the best restaurant in the city, filling the entire venue with friends, family and business associates.
Before we stepped inside, Ferry extended his hand toward me. Out of habit, I reached for it. But this time, he didn’t just hold it—he interlocked our fingers. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, pressing against my knuckles. His peaceful gaze lingered on me before he smiled in satisfaction and led me through the restaurant doors.
And then, I saw her. Chindy was there, bustling around, assisting Ferry’s family with the preparations. The smile immediately vanished from his face, replaced by a flicker of unease. During the gathering, the same old topic was brought up again.
My mother and mother-in-law took turns prodding us.
“Are you two lying to us? You’ve been married for five years, and you’ve been trying for a baby for three. How come there’s still no news?”
“You both need to get checked.”
“A check-up is a must. We’ll arrange one for you tomorrow. I’d like to see what’s really going on.”