His Kindness to Me Almost Drives Me Crazy

As soon as I entered the house, Asher came up to me with beaming joy in his eyes.

"You're back? I made your favorite dish. Come and try it."

I was a little surprised. Asher was rarely happy like he was now. Then I realized that Asher was usually happy because of the songs he had written.

"Someone booked my song. This time, it's by a big star, it's going to be a theme song." Asher shared his joy with me incessantly. Then he looked at me, saying, "Why do you seem unhappy? You shouldn't impose negative emotions onto your partner."

In the end, he had a hint of warning in his words.

"What should I say? Should I tell him that I was informed to be mentally prepared? After all, my dad may not live much longer. Will Asher relate to and sympathize with me?"

"I don't want to take the risk. I don't want to be woken up and blamed in the middle of the night again."

So, I forced a smile like a puppet.

"I will pay attention to it. I won't do so again next time."

"Perfect. Go wash your hands. The food won't taste good if it gets cold later." Asher finally let me go, looking satisfied.

At the dining table, I dared not miss any of his words for fear of missing out on every emotion he expressed.

Luckily, I didn't make any mistakes today.

I watched as Asher had been smiling. Then I cautiously brought up the topic.

"I took a few days off."

Asher's eyes lit up. He asked, "So you mean you can stay at home all the time?"

I struggled to speak. But my words were getting stuck in my throat. I said, "Dad is not doing well. I plan to stay with Mom for a while. I must go to the hospital. So, I won't be coming back here for now."

Seeing him silent, I was frightened and nervous.

"Mom is not in a good state. She has been crying. I am a bit worried."

"What about me?" Asher no longer looked happy. He felt a little lonely.

"What's wrong with him? Is he sick or dying?"

I was confused again.