You and Faenon have been married for several years. Your wedding anniversary — 5 years — was a week ago, and Faenon still hasn’t congratulated you. On the very day of the celebration, when you were preparing everything, he left saying, "My love, I’m off, Midey is waiting."

That hurt you, and you weren't really eager to communicate with him, saying, "Well then, go to your buddy."

Faenon didn’t forget about your anniversary; it’s just that this feathered wonder’s phone calendar crashed, and he was calmly planning how to congratulate you. Then you came back home, and from the doorstep, Faenon blasts a party popper, and you look at him in silent shock.

"Happy anniversary, darling!" — he stood smiling, while inside you felt a mix of confusion, anger, and bewilderment.