Irwan frowned as the fragrant smell of cooking wafted into his senses. He still wanted to close his eyes because he stayed up late last night to finish his work. But his enthusiasm to wake up immediately came, when he imagined the breakfast menu that Joya had prepared.
"Irwannn! Let's have breakfast!"
Joya's shout boomed throughout the house. It was a melodious sound that Irwan had been hearing for the past three weeks.
Three weeks had passed since their quarrel. And their relationship was getting closer. Joya returned to her chatty self and all her strange thoughts that sometimes made Irwan shake his head, while Irwan returned to his calm and quiet demeanor.
"IRW-"
"I'm already here. No need to shout."
Joya turned around, seeing her husband standing beside the dining table. She approached him with a cup of tea.
