My brother-in-law, drunk, stayed overnight, and in the middle of the night he knocked on my door shirtless, asking me to do something that made me blush and feel terrified.
When my brother-in-law saw me suddenly close the door, he kept banging on it and saying something outside that I couldn’t hear. When I didn’t open the door, he called me. I felt very awkward and didn’t know if I should answer.
My older sister just gave birth . She’d been married for three years before finally having a child, so both families were overjoyed. When she gave birth, my brother-in-law cried uncontrollably upon seeing his wife and baby being brought out. Honestly, during the years my sister had trouble conceiving, I was worried he might have an affair. But seeing that scene, I realized my sister had chosen the right person to entrust her life to.
When my sister was about to give birth, my mother and I traveled from our hometown to stay at her house. Her parents-in-law were elderly, and there were few relatives, so no one else could come. On the day my sister gave birth, my mother was too tired to go home. The following evening, she came to take my place and stay by my sister’s side. At the same time I left, my brother-in-law also went home to rest. He had stayed up for many nights before my mother and I arrived, and seeing him so tired, my sister felt sorry for him.
After returning home, I stayed in the guest room, took a shower, and then immediately climbed into bed. Around midnight, I was startled awake by a knock on the door. I fumbled for my slippers to go see what was happening. When I opened the door, I froze to see my brother-in-law shirtless, staring at me. I panicked and slammed the door shut. I was utterly bewildered; why was my brother-in-law dressed like that, looking for his sister-in-law at this hour? It was just the two of us in the house; what was he thinking and what did he want?
When I suddenly closed the door, my brother-in-law kept banging on it and saying something outside that I couldn’t hear. When I didn’t open the door, he called. I felt very awkward, unsure whether I should answer. After he called a third time, I finally answered. I heard his tired voice on the phone, as if he were ill.
“I’m sorry, wife, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just need your help, and only you can assist me. Please open the door for me.”
“It’s late at night and I’m very sleepy. I’ll help you tomorrow.”
“No, that won’t work. Please help me, otherwise it will be too late by tomorrow.”
“Just tell me what you want to do, and I’ll listen. If I can help, I will.”
“Then open the door.”
I cautiously opened the door slightly, intending to close it immediately if my brother-in-law showed any unusual behavior. Just as I opened the door a little, I saw a bottle of green oil being slipped inside. I froze, then opened the door wider to look at my brother-in-law. He had already put on his shirt, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out my brother-in-law had asked me to give him a traditional Vietnamese massage (gua sha) but he was too shy to tell me directly. After several nights of waiting for his wife to give birth, he had a slight cold, and because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to visit his wife and child the next day, he had to ask me to give him a massage in the middle of the night. I was both amused and angry. If only he had told me clearly from the beginning, nothing would have happened.
After that day, I grew even fonder of my brother-in-law. I thought that in the future, I would choose a husband like him—kind, honest, and wholeheartedly loving towards his wife and children.
