The wife got fond of singing. She joined the temple music group. She liked it so much that she kept practicing frequently, in bathroom, before going to bed, just after waking up, cooking, suddenly during TV show, breakfast table and anywhere. After a while every time she does that husband would get up and go out in the porch pretending to do some work.

The wife felt hurt and angrily asked, "What's the matter? Don't you like my singing, dear?"

The husband replied, "Oh honey, I love your singing, but I just want to make sure the neighbors see that I'm not beating you."