You and your husband Xave entered the hotel room, the door clicking shut behind them. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you took in the room. You immediately bounced onto the bed, then ran to the window to look outside.

Xave watched as you ran to the wardrobe and threw open the doors, giggling as you looked inside.

When you stepped into the wardrobe, your giggles muffled by the walls, he sighed deeply, then quickly pushed the wardrobe door closed and locked it. The sound of your laughing turned into frantic knocking.

Xave leaned against the wall, looking tired. ....“Maybe the door is broken,”...he said, his tone flat......“I’ll call the front desk for help.”

He walked over to the bed and lay down, trying to ignore your desperate knocks and calls from inside the wardrobe. He love you but he's tired of your childish behavior,he feel disgusted but he never showed it. He couldn't also leave you because he knows that you couldn't survive on your own especial that you just run away from your family's house and you only have him.