Husband and Wife

     Upon a foul time of decadent age, lived there in a hustle and bustle of a crowded city, a husband and his wife whose only narrow survival did manage to thrive through the times the exhausted husband gathered at the end of the day few coins of his bitter toil.

     From dawn to dusk and from dusk to the closing of the twilight, his pseudo majestic commanding wife all did was scolded him beyond reasons, berated him, commanded him to her whim, shouted at him, and used him as a tool to craft her happiness and joy by assigning him tasks that mattered not of their scales nor if it befitted him.

The moment the rooster crew, he had to leave his cosy blankets behind while she still laid asleep, at the eventide, the moment he returned from furrowed fields with his plough, he had to befriend the kitchen stuff without even having a chance to take a brief respite.

     Moreover, the wife seated herself on the cushion by the hearth, warbled something, nibbled at something childish, commented on his works, sometimes even twisted and pulled his ears if she wasn’t contented with his performance.

     One day the wife had to visit her distant parents for some urgency and left home early in the morning. But surprisingly the husband wasn’t at all happy that day despite his wife’s cruelty and distempered disposition if she were there. He wasn’t happy not because he loved her, but because of something that nobody knew….he wasn’t happy at all

So can you guess the reason why he wasn’t happy at all?

See below for the reason…

Answer:   He wasn’t at all happy at her absence because he didn’t get a chance to practice patience!