My Husband is Not Rubbish
83. Finally met a childhood friend.
Bernard has been married twice to his wife.
And Bernard actually did not really know his wife's family.
Bernard circulated his gaze looking around the house of Viona, a not so big house.
"Viona's room has a picture of a hello kitty on her door!" sir Philip said to Bernard.
"Good Papa-in-Law!" bernard said.
Bernard climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor.
On the second floor it was special only for room space only.
And the hallway was narrow, just enough for one person to walk.
Bernard's looking for a door that has a picture of a hello kitty.
There are four rooms on the upper floor.
Finally, he found a room whose door was attached to a picture of hello kitty.
Slowly Bernard opened the door of the room, and then pushed the door open wider.
The room space looks cramped, and the bed is also small.
The smell of his wife's body still felt in the room.
Bernard circulated his gaze around Viona's room space.
He saw a picture of Viona in the study closet in the corner of the room.
Bernard took the photo.
It looks like a photo of Viona as a teenager, looking very young, and beautiful.
Bernard smiled at the picture of his wife as a teenager, looking very cute.
Bernard put the photo back on his wife's desk.
Bernard then sat on the edge of his wife's small bed.
His face looks happy to be in his wife's room, this is where his wife lived and lived all this time.
There was a sense of pleasure to be able to look through the contents of Viona's room.
Bernard sees an album on Viona's small bookshelf.
Bernard got up, walked to the bookcase, and grabbed the photo album.
"This seems to be a picture of my wife as a child" Bernard muttered smiling, his eyes sparkling open the photo album.
From the color of the photo album looks outdated, it is clear that the photos have been a long time.
Bernard was curious to see the cute childhood face of his wife.
Bernard opened the album one by one.
There are pictures of his wife's childhood.
His face was smiling looking at the little girl on the album, so cute and adorable.
His pudgy cheeks are very cute, from a small wife already looks very beautiful.
Bernard was so unwell from seeing his wife's childhood photos, flipping through them over and over again.
But over time he felt the photos were like familiar.
Bernard felt like he had seen the little girl, but where?
Bernard kept flipping through the photo album.
And he arrived in one photo, in the end sheet of the album.
The little girl was standing next to an adult woman, whom Bernard remembered had come to his mother's services when she died with the little girl standing next to him.
Bernard's body froze, his eyes pensive at the photo.
His hands suddenly trembled.
He did not believe what he saw.
Bernard remembered the woman's face very well, because at that time he was old enough as a boy to remember his childhood.
Aye! that woman! with that sweet smiling little girl.
Bernard's legs were limp, he didn't believe his invention.
Is...is this little girl my wife? his heart whispered in disbelief.
Bernard threw his ass over Viona's bed.
Bernard's eyes did not turn to look at the photo of the little girl with the woman.
Is this my Mother-in-law? thought Bernard shaking, his hand holding the album, suddenly trembling so nervously.
I do not believe in this discovery.
Bernard's eyes felt foggy, the tattooed man completely could not believe what he was seeing.
His chest there was a kind of overflow that he could not reveal.
Suddenly the door of the room opened.
Bernard's head reflexively turned his head towards Viona's open door.
In front of the open door entered his wife, with a sweet smile that was so charming.
"My husband, it turns out you're here" Viona said, stepping closer to Bernard.
But Viona was then astonished to see her husband's other-looking face change.
Meanwhile Bernard saw Viona not blinking.
The little girl he had longed for was his wife.
Bernard did not know anymore, how to express his feelings so very happy.
Staring at his wife without blinking, Bernard saw his wife as if looking at her mother.
Yeah, Viona was a friend of her mother's.
Bernard threw the album on the bed, then quickly stood up.
Bernard grabbed Viona's hand, and pulled her into his arms.
Hugged his wife so tightly, and his tears unknowingly flowed from the corner of his eye.
Bernard crying.
Seriate.....