Restless and kept waiting for Ferdinand who had not come home, that's what Irina did. The woman sat on the living room couch staring at the open door, expecting her husband to appear.
"I shouldn't be mad at you, I should understand you," Irina said worriedly, remembering Ferdinand who showed disappointment and immediately left and even forgot to bring his cell phone. "Now you go .. you go sick .what if you suddenly pass out on the street, or pass out while driving..."
Irina stood up, increasingly uneasy and guessing what Ferdinand was doing now.
"Is it possible that he will leave me? What if my fate is here? does that mean I have to go back to los angeles again? But is this the end of our love story?"
Irina was getting more and more anxious, sad, imagining What if she couldn't meet Ferdinand again. She remembered that her husband was easily emotional but so far had never thought of ending their relationship.
"No, I'm sure he'll be back!"