Azrael followed August downstairs. As for August, he was running for his life. What did he do to get into this? Right, rebel against her.
"I don't need any apology. I am sorry." August cried out, stepping behind the couch.
"No. How can I do that? I will not be a good wife then." Azrael replied, smiling, and trying to catch him.
August avoided her, continuing "No. I support feminism. You don't have to say sorry."
"Then stop running!" Azrael yelled. Tired from chasing him around and sitting down on the sofa. While August stood a few feets away from her at the left alert.
"I will if you stop chasing me," August mumbled to himself pouting his lips. At that, Azrael glared at him and grabbed the cushion from her side and tossed it in his direction.
Seeing that, August evaded, which ended up hitting the pillow hitting the person standing behind him.
"Ah!" Hearing the cry, August turned around while Azrael got up from the sofa surprised by the person who visited her.
