Chapter 12

The pressed shirt lay on the bed softly and the fan was on high while the iron box still stood on the table while the water rushing sound resounded in the room. Not long the man came out wrapped in a towel on his lower waist with a black Phoenix tattoo shining on his back. Ruffling his hair he stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror and there was an uncomfortable frown on his face. It is hard for him to adjust to the washroom and the room size. Though the washroom space is big enough to bathe freely he feels it is extremely small as if he can't move here and there. And the room thing .....he is trying to adjust to it.

The only thing he feels good about either in the room or washroom is with her. If she is with him he doesn't mind the confined space around him. He is having a big deal with living in such a small house. Never in his life had he stepped into a house and lived in it and here he is. Doing the tango dance with his wife in such a small place.

Combining his hair