My wife is a journalist.

We fell in love when we were students. My name is Hung, and hers is Hoa. At that time, I was a second-year student at Hanoi University of Science and Technology, while my wife was just starting her studies at the Academy of Journalism and Communication.

Our personalities are like two extremes, yet we love each other. The old people often talk about the law of compensation. I am gentle, quiet, sometimes easy-going, while she is active, sharp and decisive.

In her second year, she collaborated with several media companies and then several television stations in Hanoi. That year, the Miss Vietnam contest took place, and to make a report for each contestant, she left me in Hanoi and went on a business trip to several provinces.

- Brother, I will be on a long business trip next time!

- How long will you be gone?

- Probably half a month.

- Who are you going with?

- I went with a group of 4 other boys!

- God, what are you thinking going with 4 men?

Our conversation before she left for work was just that short. The time she left for work was also the same number of days we had a "cold war". Half a month passed, and finally a text message appeared on my phone: 4:30 p.m., I'll pick you up at the company! All the pent-up anger and resentment inside me seemed to disappear. I whistled all over the floors of the boarding house, took a shower, and prepared myself to pick up my lover.

Seeing me again, Hoa smiled:

- After dinner, I have to go to the company to prepare the report in time for broadcast. Around 2am, come by the company and take me back to the dormitory!

My smile faded. I paused, silently accepting.

Time passed, our wedding took place with everyone's blessing. Hoa told me she didn't want to have children yet because she wanted to devote herself to her work. Hoa's business trips continued endlessly. Not to mention, many nights she came home late from entertaining guests, and Hoa smelled of alcohol. The conflict gradually increased, from a state of loud arguments to no one talking to each other. We separated, and I moved out.

My boring days with repetitive tasks: going to work, coming home and looking at the four walls. I miss my wife and feel lonely. My best friend Toan, he and his wife are always happy together. They got married in the same month as us but they have given birth to a cute daughter... I feel even sadder. Turning on the TV, I immediately saw my wife's image. She was the MC of a humanitarian program, calling for everyone's help for a disabled woman in Vinh Phuc. Surprisingly, thanks to the program, she was supported by benefactors with more than 70 million VND, creating initial capital to do business, overcoming her fate. Seeing the tears and witnessing the emotions of the characters, I suddenly loved my wife more. I caressed, watched and followed her every move. That very night, I packed up my things and returned to my home with my sister.

That year, we went back to our hometown for Tet. My parents enthusiastically welcomed their daughter-in-law. My father said:

- Hoa, come inside quickly. We have distinguished guests!

I realized that Uncle Quy was my father's old army buddy. He had many bomb and bullet wounds. Moreover, he lost all four of his children due to the after-effects of war. Uncle Thao - his wife - also became mentally ill.

- Hung and his wife just came back, huh? How precious! Luckily your wife helped me, I was able to find your wife! - Uncle Quy said.

I didn't understand what was going on. My father slowly explained:

- Uncle Thao recently fell seriously ill and left home. The whole family searched for him but couldn't find him. Dad quickly called Hoa and asked her to post information about Uncle Thao on the media.

- The very next day, someone called to say they were looking for you in Bac Ninh! - Uncle Quy was moved.

If it weren’t for my wife, who knows when Uncle Thao would have been able to return to his family? I understood the value of the work of journalists like my wife. They work hard and quietly to contribute to society. That meal was so warm. And I was so happy because at that same meal, my wife announced that I was going to be a father.