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Today is the day. The day that my loving husband will come home. It has been months since I last saw him. Ever since he was called up to be on the front line of the raging war, we hardly see each other. But every once in a while, he will call me or we will talk on the web conference.

I simply cannot stop shaking with excitement at the thought of him walking in through the doors. I missed him very dearly.

Earlier than usual, I started the day by grocery shopping at the nearby super mart. My trolley were soon laden with ingredients for his favorite dishes. He will definitely be delighted that I am cooking his favorite dishes as he always complaint how horrible the food was compared to mine and how he misses my cooking.

As I was swinging my car into the driveway, my lovely neighbor waved a hello. I reciprocate with the brightest smile in my life. All the ingredients are ready and it is time to get the action started.

I donned on my apron and soon, pots and pans were swinging in the kitchen. Before long, sweet aroma of the stew and from the oven filled the whole house. Before long, everything is ready and I was sweating like mad.

He cannot be seeing me like this, I definitely need to clean myself before he reaches home. I rushed to the bedroom and took off every single strand of thread on me before jumping into the shower. The water feels cold against my skin.

Just as I finished donning on my dress, a knock came from the hallway. I sprang down the stairs two steps at a time and almost tripped on my swinging dress. By the time I reached the door, I was puffing and huffing for breath.

I swing the front door open and there in the doorway stood the most handsome man in my life. He released his luggage and wrapped me in his arm. He hugged me tightly with his familiar loving hug which makes me feel secured. I was oblivious to my surrounding as I was being cuddle by him and took in his scent and warmth that when I realized my feet was off the ground, it startled me.

He laughed at my expense and suddenly he started swinging me round and round into the main hall. When he stopped, he looked me in the eyes and gave me the most naughty look and hinted cheekily at the stairway, signaling me that upstairs is where we ought to be.