Every night my husband puts a squash on the bedside table, sometimes big, sometimes small. I wonder and wake up quietly in the middle of the night and am shocked to find my husband busy…/dn
Every night my husband puts a squash on the bedside table, sometimes big, sometimes small. I wonder and wake up quietly in the middle of the night and am shocked to find my husband busy…
“Every night my husband leaves a squash by his bedside, sometimes big, sometimes small. I was suspicious and woke up in the middle of the night, shocked to see him busy…”
In recent days, I have noticed that my husband is acting… unusual.
Every night when he went to bed, he took a squash with him and quietly placed it on the bedside table . Some days the squash was as long as a sword, other days it was short . When I asked him, he mumbled:
– Go to sleep. It’s a man’s job…
What? Is
squash also a “man’s business” ?
I began to doubt.
Could it be that my husband was so superstitious that he worshiped squash to pray for a child? Or did he have a physiological problem that I didn’t know about?
On Wednesday night, I secretly did not sleep , waiting for him to breathe evenly, I still saw his hand holding the squash close to his body.
At around 2am, I was startled to see him sit up, tiptoe out of the room, carrying a squash.
I sneaked along.
When I got to the back kitchen, I was shocked…
He was busy grinding the squash on an iron basket , occasionally pouring water into the bowl, stirring with his hands… the squash became soft and thick like bath water.
I turned on the light and shouted :
– What are you doing in the middle of the night!?
The husband jumped, almost falling into the tub of squash water:
– Oh my god! You… don’t misunderstand! I was just… I was just making shampoo…
– Washing hair with loofah!? 2am!?
He stammered to explain :
– Well… because you often complain about hair loss, so I asked my mom, she said washing your hair with raw loofah helps hair grow. I’ve been testing it for a few days to check if my scalp is allergic, if it’s safe then I’ll let you use it…
I was stunned. I was both embarrassed and amused.
I thought he was offering squash or doing something shady. Who would have thought…
Final Twist: But then… a few days later
Later that night, he gave me a bottle of homemade loofah juice and told me to try it.
I was touched, washed my hair 3 days in a row.
On the fourth day, his scalp broke out in a red rash and was itching like crazy.
He went to the doctor and found out he had mistaken young squash for… bitter melon.
I kicked him out of the house one night. He sat in the yard hugging a bowl of squash and crying.
And me? Scratching my head, I screamed:
– Next time you love your wife, love her with your brain, honey! Not everything that is green and long is a “miracle drug”!!!
