One week had pass when his wife leave their mansion to go to the province. It's just a week but it feels like decades long for Weyn. Every corner of the mansion, he can see his wife laughing, angry with her red face, and shouting his surname. He is no longer able to focus on work because he is used to seeing his wife looking at him while he is facing his laptop. He sighed and turned his attention to his father who was sitting on the couch while reading the newspaper. He wanted to laugh at it because until now he still loved to read the newspaper, didn't he...