The next second, Anthony tagged me in the group chat where my main account was. [Hans, is your wound okay? Did you get it treated at the hospital? I gave Rosy a good talking-to; she now knows she was wrong. Tonight, she'll be kneeling on a durian to apologize, so don't be mad at her anymore, okay? (playful tongue-out emoji)]
He even attached a picture of a freshly bought durian. Then he mentioned Rosy. [Apologize to Hans NOW! Or we're done!]
Rosy sent a helpless emoji before quoting Anthony. [Hans, are you okay? It's all my fault for not being gentle enough.]
I didn't reply. Instead, I contacted a friend who works in the obstetrics and gynecology department.
"Hans, I'm on my annual leave right now. You'll have to wait until I'm back to help you look into it."
It might only be five days, but I could wait.
Rosy didn't return until the clock had long struck midnight. Drunk, she held the durian I hated and mumbled to me from the side of the bed. "Honey, I brought you a durian. Smell it, it's so fragrant."
Suppressing my nausea, I shoved her away with one slap. "Get out!"
Only when she saw me pinching my nose and grimacing did Rosy finally recall that durian made me sick. She immediately scrambled out the door while clutching the fruit.
By dawn, the stench had finally dissipated.
That morning, she'd prepared a table full of steaming breakfast dishes and called me to eat. "Honey, Anthony said everywhere will be crowded during the National Day holiday, so he doesn't want to go to Japan anymore. I've canceled the tickets and the hotel."
She mentioned Anthony so casually, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
"Oh, whatever you want. It's not good to be in a crowd in the early stages of pregnancy anyway; you might lose the baby."
It was Anthony who had been clamoring to join our trip. Now he was the one using the crowds as an excuse to stay home. The reason was obvious.
Rosy, who had just been smiling and talking, suddenly slammed down the cutlery. "Hans, you're so unreasonable!"
"I'll come home when you admit you're wrong!" She said as she grabbed her car keys and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
For the next few days, Rosy truly didn't return home.
From that small group chat, I already knew she was staying at Anthony's place. The two were inseparable day and night, looking every bit like a married couple.