"Son, what are you doing there?"
I saw my father walking with his hands both shoved on his pocket.
I gave him a small smile, and look at the ring that I'm holding. "I will give this to her."
I saw his forehead crease, as if asking if I'm serious about what i just said, and I nod.
"Why would you give her that? It contains your life, Son." He said, still looking at me with desbelief.
This ring contains my life, my father has too, but he never gave it to my mother, though he loved her, he said he can't trust his life with someone else but himself.
"She's my life Dad, you know, you knew very well that i had an eye for her since day one, you know how much I love her." I said in a flat tone.
I heard him chuckled. "This is really weird, it's awkward hearing those words from you, w
