As the night of the invitation continues to flow with all its quality, you take a break from your laughter-filled conversation with your girlfriends and look around. Of course, Chan is not around again.

You sigh and turn your elegant steps towards the terrace of the invitation building. When you look out the window, of course you find him talking on his phone and smoking a cigarette. Your husband's habits never change, really...

You open the door and go out to the terrace. Even though the cold wind makes your body shiver, you go to Chan and lean on the railings. You cross your arms over your chest and wait for him to finish talking.

Noticing you, your husband winks with a stoic expression and continues talking to the person on the other end of the phone.

I understand. I'll be back in two weeks. Takes a puff of smoke from his cigarette. Handle the situation until I get back. I'll call again later.