THIRTY EIGHT

Ending the conversation with Rebecca, Avelyn immediately got up from her bed to put her cellphone on the nightstand beside her bed. At the same time, the door to her room suddenly opened, revealing Elvis's figure who looked exhausted with his office shirt that were no longer neat like this morning. A suit that is carried carelessly in one hand, a tie that looks already loose, a shirt sleeve that is rolled unsymmetrically between the right arm and the left arm. Then Elvis's face also showed the same crease as his clothes. Elvis's dark hair looked messy without leaving a trace of gel. Even though Avelyn was sure that this morning Elvis had applied enough hair gel to his dark hair to keep the hair in place while he was wandering around outside the house.

"Hi, Sweety,” said Elvis warmly, but full of tired tone in every word. With heavy steps, the man walked to the cream sofa in the corner of their bedroom, and immediately dropped his things just like that.

"You look like you just got sw