Newlywed Couple

Matthew sighed. He thought that the drunk must have come from far away, was abandoned by his family, or his house burned down and had no pension. Or his retirement was spent buying Sherry, or something. Of course, he felt lonely. Living alone. Whether he lived or died today, no one cared. He must have walked hundreds of miles for something he didn't know why. It would be better if he just died, so many people commented. To him, maybe life is something to live for.

The man was like an ant in the middle of the highway, which at any time could die from being run over by a car tire.

Matthew felt secretly guilty, for then compared his life with that man. He felt that his life was a hundred times better than that man's. Matthew doesn't have much wealth, but he has people who are always there for him.

But that's not entirely true.

If he took the job, what would his fate be? Of course he would also feel lonely. He himself still doubts whether he can survive without the people he loves by his side. A week passed, he felt there would be no difference even if there was.

A month later, when he came home, Carren and Cassie preferred to play alone rather than greet him warmly at the door. When they saw him, it was like seeing someone who was becoming more and more unfamiliar. A few months later, they had grown into adults, and Matthew felt disconnected from their lives. Carren and Cassie's faces were starting to breakout, and Matthew wasn't the first person they complained about. A few years later, they will take a young man as their lover. Matthew shuddered at the thought of the young man being brought in as a sloppy man with long, disheveled hair, pierced ears and nose, or the skin around his eyebrows. The young man came to the house without putting out his cigarette. She was on his hips, despite meeting him. Matthew who by then must have been old and gray.

That night Matthew asked his children about the young man. "Who is that man? I don't want him in this house!"

The twins challenged him back, and asked, "Oh... yes? Then who are you?"

Matthew rubbed his face repeatedly. He's not in a good shape to decide...

***

This is the umpteenth time Vera has asked the nurse where her husband is. One of the most patient nurses among her colleagues repeated her words that Matthew's office had been contacted. The operator promised to notify Matthew as soon as possible who would be in his taxi by then, via his communications device.

"Hhh..., where's my husband?" Vera asked anxiously. She crumpled the blanket. His stomach is queasy. She knew it was normal because soon two tiny babies would be born from inside her womb.

She said sternly to the nurse, a little threateningly, that she would never want to be bothered by the doctor until her husband came. This is the first birth event for him. He was completely blind to this. Nor was he sure what the maternity doctor would do. Vera only felt safe when Matthew was beside her.

"Please... can someone tell me where is hpppffff... My... My husband now?"

"He must be on his way by now. Calm down!" replied a nurse holding her hand. To his right, there is a baby cot. In fact, Vera could have been transferred directly to that place, if she didn't refuse. Vera knew that the nurse would immediately take her to the delivery room as soon as she moved there. The delivery room, a place where she didn't want to face the birth of her children alone.

Vera was getting desperate. Meanwhile, he still had to endure excruciating pain. His whole body seemed to be centered on his stomach. He felt nothing but his stomach, which seemed to be about to explode. His lower body muscles began to contract. His legs wriggled and moved in all directions, fiddling with the sheets. He was sweating profusely. She was panicking, and happy at the same time, because her baby was about to be born. But this birth is not an easy thing, especially if he only struggles alone.

"Matth...!!"

"Vera!!" Suddenly Matthew's face appeared from the outside. The man's face looked very tense. He was panting. He must have been running along the corridors of this hospital.

"Honey, I'm sorry!" said Matthew, kissing his forehead.

Vera smiled. Although the pain was unbearable, she also couldn't beat her husband if he couldn't take care of him all day. Today is a very historic day for them. But today, Matthew's customer, Mr. Pascal, just arrived from the airport. And as usual, he asked to be escorted to his apartment. This Russian is very picky. She didn't want anyone but Matthew. According to him, not all taxi drivers can drive a car without carelessness. Strange indeed. But Vera could understand it. She was pretty much the same as herself not wanting to marry anyone else, apart from Matthew of course.

Matthew helped the nurse lift Vera and move her to the cot next to him.

"Careful..., there's my son!" said Matthew, sounding ridiculous.

The three nurses who moved Vera only smiled inside their mouths. Understandably, this is the first time this young couple has been blessed with children. They will also be very understanding. If left unchecked, perhaps the husband himself will take his children out of his wife's womb.

"Sir, you must change into sterile clothes before entering the delivery room. The changing room is at the end of the hall, on the right."

Matthew looked at the nurse questioningly. "That doesn't mean I can't go in and accompany my wife, right?"

The nurse smiled brightly, baring her pure white teeth. "Nothing will hurt your wife," he said again.

Matthew immediately ran to the place in question. There he saw clothes made of Polyester darting out. Suddenly he was shouted by the officers to change clothes in this place. Matthew was very panicked. Moreover, his wife had been taken to the delivery room.

'Wait a minute honey, I'm coming!' shouted Matthew in his heart.

The clerk reminded Matthew to wear it properly. But Matthew didn't care, because he really didn't know which was front and which was front or vice versa.