He said his late grandfather buried an important family artifact under that exact spot many years ago to preserve wealth and marital stability.
He stroked my cheek gently while explaining, saying if any wife ever saw what was hidden there, disaster would follow immediately.
I laughed nervously at first, assuming he was exaggerating or teasing me with cultural superstition meant to impress a new bride.
But his face remained serious, calm, and steady, and something about his tone discouraged further questions from forming inside my mouth.
I agreed without argument because it seemed like a small sacrifice compared to the comfort and security I had gained through marriage.
From that day forward, he personally swept our bedroom every Saturday morning without allowing the housekeepers to enter while he cleaned.
