Marian sat on the Sofa watching Jirawut still working on his desk. He had been there almost an hour now. She was wondering what her husband did. He seems more diligent and determined every day.
"Honey? What are you doing?" Marian called out.
"I wrote a letter in response to someone who proposed marriage from a foreign country. It is very nice. When I am done, I will send it off," Jirawut answered.
"Oh. Good. Who is it from?"
"There are many people from Hong Kong, Japan, Russian, Finnish, German, English, French. Can you hire someone to translate for me?"
"Wouldn't the translator be embarrassed?" Marian asked, sitting next to her husband.
"No. They would not speak. Just write it for me."
"Okay," she said, kissing his cheek.
"I will help you translate English to French languages," Vivienne said.
"Thank you," Jirawut said, smiling at his wife. "Where is Lillian?"
