Since she was the one who was guilty, even though she had not committed any crime in her heart, she started to waste time and prepared a good breakfast, grilled fish and chips, made him tea with a spoon, and she still gave him peanuts. Sanda finished and did not see them in the living room, it was twelve o'clock, so she arranged everything in the dining room and went to her room. She took a bath and prepared herself nicely in a robe, she sprayed her body with the perfumes that she had been wearing, which she had not used for a long time, even though he had bought them but they were like decorations on the top of her mirror, she said she did not have time for this little thing, she did not apply anything to her face except oil, she went to her head and was blushing because he was so pale, she forgot when she last saw him, since he had walked away she took off the little makeup she was doing because of his pressure and trying to prevent him from scolding her. Her hair was tied in front of her forehead and her phone came out.  There was still no one in the living room, so she walked past his rooms, checking her phone messages until she reached the room. She herself took a deep breath and sniffed the air, the way he had tidied up the room impressed her so much, everything he did was smelling good, since he couldn't do any chores until he had to teach her, his work, his mother's, his wife's, he was a man who was not prepared to get dirty at all, no matter how much he liked things or being outside, he could tolerate it if the weather wasn't good for him. In the living room, she found them, they tidied them up, bathed them and changed their clothes, that made her feel very comfortable, even if it was useless, she had less work to do, especially thinking about how she would tidied them up, she was so tired, that's why he didn't want to go sometimes, despite his busy schedule and many other things, he took her away "Let me take Dad out and let's go eat, you stay here" she said, heading towards his bedroom.  She quietly pushed the door open and placed her head on her lap, her eyes fell on him, he was standing in front of the mirror with a short towel tied around his waist, his broad back was all exposed, including his twisted hair, he looked at her without looking back, he was wiping his body with a small towel, she closed the door and slowly started walking to where he was standing, feeling the love and longing for him moving her. She hugged him back, resting her head on the middle of his back, sighing, "Are you angry with me, abba?" He looked at his head in the mirror, she was surprised when she said something, as if she didn't know anything, he just shook his head trying to push her away from his body, because he didn't want her to leave him with any feelings that would bother him, he touched her and the conversation changed his tone, “What did you see?”

"The thing moved," she said to herself, then she gave him the chance to move the child from his body and held him tightly. "Please, please be patient, what is it? Even though you know you are guilty, let it pass," she said, hugging him tightly to her body. Her mind was at its wit's end. She didn't know when she would come to her senses and start correcting her mistakes. She didn't know when she would realize his patience with her. She didn't know when he would realize how many excuses he was giving her. He put his hand behind her back and pulled her towards him. He sat her on the mirrored chair, looking at her face. In his soft voice, which was hidden behind her, full of the anger he was trying to hide, he began to speak to her. "Because I said I wouldn't pay the thirty thousand you owed me as a child I don't know how to live with, two weeks ago I gave you stitches that cost eighty thousand, does that make me a criminal? Is that the reason why you won't pick up the phone even once?  Call me, what happened to me after a really dangerous job?, except for my mother, no one cares about me?" The way he looked at her, she could feel their weight, in her blood she felt the injustice of being cruel to her, but she didn't want to give up quickly, because of the fear that was bothering her. Her eyes widened, she turned her head to one side and started talking "But between God, what is the matter with you?, you chose to embarrass me in my own beauty instead of fighting me, is that shameful?, if he wants all the fights you will fight with him later" he shook his head, a man of character never breaks his character "I will not accept what I say, after knowing that I have not failed my home and family in anything, the clothes they will wear or the status of a woman's husband are the limit, I will not allow you to take on baseless debts without a weapon, my neck is not this thick yet" he said his voice deepened his anger, he had to  She lowered her voice, "Now that I've returned it and you haven't bought it, isn't it a shame?" "Yes, shame, but don't say anything more, whatever you need, tell me, if I see there's space, I'll give it to you, if there's none, wait until he gets it." "Well, shame," she said, moving her head to the side, her daughter was sobbing and trying to suppress it, silence filled the room, he continued to prepare, he knew it was difficult for her to open her mouth and be patient, he hadn't seen that before today, he wanted to talk to her about how she was neglecting to take care of the house and her body, but he also knew that even if he did, it would be like blowing in the wind, she wouldn't take it, so he spoke to her the most important thing to him now, "Are you planning anything, or is there nothing you're going to take with you?" "Where?" she said, looking back quickly, he closed his eyes before he looked away, he was starting to get tired of this sad situation, because did the lack of concern mean that she had forgotten what they had talked about before he left?, or was it a sign of contempt for her?  What? He didn't answer her because he didn't feel the need to tell her, so he just continued with his plan. She remembered, even though she hadn't forgotten, but she thought he would leave the matter, since she had told him she had nowhere to go, she couldn't leave the voucher.