((( Rhio POV's )))
"Are you okay?" I asked in panic.
"Hey…" she slurred as she was about to retch. I turned my head away when the gooey liquid filled the car floor in front of her. I, too, felt like puking at the fetor of her vomit.
"You aren't even pregnant!" I mindlessly remarked as I went out the car.
"Hey mister I told you to 'slow down' and you didn't listen!" she glanced at me in annoyance and wiped off the stains of it from her dress.
"Go clean the car," I ordered.
"A couple arguing in the middle of the street at this kind of place?" an old man concluded as he and his wife peacefully passed by us at the other side of the road, "How strange. They must be from the city."
"Don't be silly dear. You used to be hot-headed like him," the wife replied and they both laughed a little.
Hot-headed? I frowned and looked back to the woman in front of me. She has started the cleaning with the handkerchief she had. "Done."
