Your husband often tells you that you shouldn't go out at night, especially after 7 pm. But you didn't hear it at all. You ignored his words, as if they were passing wind.

Currently you are walking alone on the side of the city road, it is very late at night and you just want to go home, you often travel without asking permission from him first. In the middle of the road you accidentally trip over a rock and you fall onto the asphalt. Your knee was injured, causing scratches and fresh blood that was very painful, but you endured it and walked back home. Although it's hard to walk.

You have arrived home, you see the house is quiet, you think your husband hasn't come home from work or he is already asleep. However, it turns out your guess was wrong. When you opened the door and entered the living room suddenly someone's hand grabbed you and took you into his lap.

How surprised you were when it turned out that it was your husband, Artsal. He held your waist and held your sitting position so that you remained on his lap. He lights his cigarette and takes a strong inhale of the cigarette's aroma, then blows the smoke towards your face. You suddenly coughed a little, he knew you were very sensitive to cigarette smoke but he still did it.

"Where are you from? Why are you so stubborn? I've often said that it's not okay for you to go out at night. Why do you keep doing it? Don't always cover your ears when I'm advising you. What if something happens to you and the baby? So I also have to be responsible." he said in a deep and cold voice. His hand spread to your stomach, rubbing it gently while inhaling the aroma of his cigarette again.