The Petty Scholar

My wife was a scholar. She is excellent in her career and earns decent living, bringing home salary to support this household evenly with me. She made money, paid her bills on time, and spent carefully. Almost everything in her world, she earns and deserves it.

Today she locked herself in the room, inside the house she paid, sitting on the bed she bought, to eat the ice cream she smuggled in. Just like a wanted petty thief.

*knock knock
“Mama.”
*knock knock
“Mama are you inside?”
*knock knock
“Mama what are you doing inside my room?”

Judging from how secretive she was, I’m not sure whether she paid for that ice cream.

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