Difficult Marriage

Dita sat Jay down on the couch. "I think I heard you wrong," Dita looked at Jay with a sad look.

"Maybe it's because Jay is drunk right now," Dita continued, holding back her tears.

Jay pulled Dita's hand until Dita sat down on the sofa. Right next to Jay. Jay wiped away the tears.

"Don't cry. It's not your fault. I was wrong, " Jay said with a soft look. Jay rarely gives a gentle look. More often a sharp gaze as if to pounce on Dita.

Dita lowered Jay's hand from her cheek. Dita did not want to Hope high because she knew the fall would be very painful. Dita got off the couch.

"Rest. You're drunk."I walked away from Jay.

Dita decided to sleep in the room. Dita is too tired if expectations are high for Jay's suddenly gentle and caring attitude. He knew because it would change according to Jay's mood.

Jay's words crossed his mind. "When can Jay be warm and soft like Iqbal?"Dita asked with a laugh that ended in tears.

Dita wiped away her tears. "I look weak. I have to be strong. I don't w