Dila's two sisters-in-law immediately withdrew from the room. Bara glanced left and right. It felt safe as Bara closed the bedroom door and locked it.
"What do you want to talk about?" asked Dila when Bara finished locking the door.
"Dila sorry if I will offend you. You know if we married because of arranged marriage."
"Then?" Dila asked, interrupting Bara's words.
"Dil. How to say it." Bara scratched his head, which was not itchy.
"Okay, Dila understands what do you mean. We got married because of an arranged marriage. Do you want us to be friends first and not become husband and wife as we should be?" Dila said enthusiastically.
Dila breathed a sigh of relief because Bara didn't ask for his rights as a husband. Dila can't do it because she didn't love Bara.
Bara breathed a sigh of relief because Dila was on the same mind as him.
