Chapter 9 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

“Wife, I really… I just wanted to post a story to show off my wife.”

"Showing off your wife? Is your caption called showing off your wife? 'Diary of my Piglet'?"

“I think that's a nickname…”

“Pig is a nickname?”

“Calling you honey is so cheesy…”

"So you're no longer cheesy? How many times have you seriously called me 'Sweetheart', and as soon as you opened your mouth you called me a pig?"

Co Bac Than opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He scratched the back of his neck. Then he did something very surprising. He took out his phone, scrolled to the post, and gave it to me.

“Look at the comments section.”

“I saw it, 187 likes, 63 comments…”

“Scroll to bottom. Last comment.”

I took the phone and swiped the screen down. Too many comments, the top comments are all "hahaha" and other types of memes. But at the bottom. Bottom of all comments. There is a hidden comment. Click open. This is Co Bac Than's feedback comment. He responded to his own post. Posting time was 2:17 this morning. The content is only one line:

"This is my wife. For three years, she's been by my side every day. I can show anything to others, but she only belongs to me. Happy birthday, Piglet."

My finger stopped. Today. November 17. My birthday. But I forgot. I was angry because of that post, because I was "embarrassed enough to wear my pants", I exploded because of 187 likes... But I forgot, today is my birthday. He didn't forget. 2:17 am. I'm already sound asleep. Snoring, drooling. He stayed beside me and looked at me for a long time. Then take a photo. Feels so lovely. You should post a story. Attached caption: "My Piggy's Diary." After finishing it, I felt it wasn't enough. So I secretly wrote another paragraph in the comments section. After writing, I probably fell asleep. The next day, I beat him until his face was bruised. I put the phone down on the table. Don't look at him. The nose is a bit spicy. But I can't show it. Impossible. At this critical moment, showing emotion would be like admitting I made a mistake. I didn't make a mistake. Posting a photo that flatters you is worth beating. But his starting point...

“Can't you take a decent picture?” My voice was a bit muffled.

“I took the picture.”

"Where?"

He browsed through the photo album again, then handed it over. There is an entire album in there, called "Piglet Collection". Inside are all my photos. Sometimes I'm sleeping, sometimes I'm eating, sometimes I'm watching movies and crying, sometimes I'm arguing and rolling my eyes with him. Every photo is not pretty. But below each photo there are notes.

“Piglet is angry because I forgot to take out the trash.”

“The piglet is happy, because the hot pot is added with cow leaves.”

"The piglet is fierce, because I accidentally called her fat."

“The cutest little pig, because he doesn't know he's taking a secret photo.”

I browsed for a long time. More than a hundred plates. Diary of the past three years. When did he take the picture? I don't know at all. I returned the phone to him.

“Idiot.”

“Um.”

“To make it public is really stupid.”

“Um.”

“You have to find a way to deal with the meme thing.”

“I asked my friends to join each group to take it down.”

“187 likes.”

"I'll go explain to everyone one by one when I get home."

“And my boss's comment.”

“Tomorrow I will personally come to your company to apologize.”

“If you come, I will wear my pants even more.”

“So will you write a review?”

"Write. 5000 words."

"…Okay."

I took a deep breath and stood up.

"Let's go."

He was stunned for a moment and stood up.

"Where to go?"

"Go home."

His eyes were bright.

"Really? You forgive me?"

"You should switch all these photos to 'Only me' mode, learn how to group friends, from now on every time you post a photo you have to let me approve it first. If you can do that, it'll be as if I haven't hit you today."