One evening, Ferry came home with a gift—a phoenix crown. The same one I had stared at through the display window for so long.
For the first time, he brought out his prized bottle of red wine, setting up a dinner table just for me.
“Karen, Grandpa’s birthday is coming up. Let’s not make a scene for now, okay?”
Once again, it was about maintaining the appearance of our families' unity. We were used to putting on a show for these big occasions anyway.
I agreed. “Okay.”
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.”
My smile froze. My mind replayed everything Ferry had done. My vision blurred, my throat burned. Lowering my head, I gently wiped away a single tear with my pinky finger.
Forcing a smile, I raised my glass of wine. "Come on, it's Grandpa's birthday today. Let's not talk about such things."
I turned to the old man at the head of the table. "I wish Grandpa good fortune and longevity."
Before I could take a sip, Grandma reached over and gently took the glass from my hand. "Your thoughts are appreciated, dear, but you're preparing for pregnancy. No drinking."
She turned to Ferry. "Ferr, you shouldn't drink either."
Just then, Chindy placed a hand on her stomach, her eyes gleaming with mischief. With a knowing smile, she took my mother-in-law’s hand and pressed it against her belly.