Taking the same school bus
I must pen this conversation in my blog before it fades in my memory.
Last Sunday, my husband and I were on the way to my brother’s new house.
Husband, “Oh! This was the place you stayed last time. “
Wife, “How did you know? I didn’t remember I’ve seen you that time.” (In my memory, I only knew him when we were in secondary school and we started much much later.)
Apparently my brother bought a house near to the place my family lived when we were still in our childhood.
Husband, “We were in the same school bus, the driver was Loh XX, and plate number XXXX. “
Wife, “Was I in secondary school then? “
Husband, “You were in primary school. That time I've already seen you.” (Husband is the same age as me)
Wife, “How come I couldn’t remember it?” (Referring to the fact we were taking the same school bus to our primary school.)
Husband, “Haiz! …you of course cannot remember…”
Wife felt like in cloud 9 as she was thinking "Had he started eyeing on me when I was only in primary school???" ♥♥♥