Khuni had schedule as soon as we arrived at Korea. He just dropped our things and hurriedly went to Busan. Poor Khuni. At least my schedule will start tomorrow. My company still has some mercy after all.

Anyway, I suppose to be unpacking our stuff now, and well, I’m doing it while writing this. I just want to tell that unpacking other people’s suitcase is fun. Especially that other people is your own husband. I don’t know why, but when I digged in through his suitcase, I feel like I’m digging some kind of treasure, as if you will find some golds when you reached the bottom of it.

Blame me if I mistook man’s underwear as treasure.

I mean, I can’t stop my self from giggling because I do imagining him with these underwear on, which is stupid because I don’t need to imagine it after all (I’ve seen them, for crying out loud!). And he looked y with this black on.

Uh-oh, what am I doing?

I should put these underwears to the closet immeadiately before my mind could gone too far.