"To pick up those glass shards." Kizy answered, her voice lowered, like a child who was being scolded by their parents.
"Are you crazy? We have people to pick that up. I didn't marry you to make you work for this." Markus said, not believing Kizy was going back to clean the mess.
"Yes but those people are humans as well. And why make them work when I can do it with my hands? Also if you didn't marry me to make me work, then did you marry me to make me leave the bedroom without any prior notice?" Kizy asked.
"Kizy, I told you that I can't announce our marriage to the world." Markus said, done wrapping the bandage.
"I don't want you to announce our marriage, Markus. I understand the risks. But what I can't tolerate is some random woman coming to my house, making me leave my room and stay in the last room, while she gets to live in a room closer to you instead of going to the guest room!" Kizy said.
