July followed Mira's steps. "By the way, how was your wedding? Okay, right? " asked July.
Mira smiled. One hand grabbed a hanger containing a brown dress. "Well. It's just…" Mira hugged the dress then chose to sit on the sofa.
July immediately sat down. "Just what?" asked July. "He didn't hurt you did it?"
Mira shook her head. "He didn't hurt me at all. He was actually very gentle with me. "
"Then what's the problem?" July grabbed Mira's hand which was on top of the dress in her lap. "Tell me."
"I wonder what the problem is." Mira looked at July. "This month—right after the wedding—Raga is often pensive. I don't know why."
"Hm, have you tried asking?" asked July.
"Already. He just replied with the same answer 'I'm fine'. Always like that." Mira took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
