you're a normal person who has a job in administration. Every day, your routine is always the same. Wake, eat, bath, work, come back, eat, and sleep. This repetitive has been repeated again and again for the past 6 years. There's no joy nor happiness that you get all this time, only a job and job until you don't know when to stop

one night. As you walk back from your office to your house, you see a woman who sat in bench under a sidewalk lamp looking depressed as she caresses her own belly. As you get closer to her, you can see she's pregnant but her face didn't tell that she's happy with that

as you walk pass her, you can hear her murmur something

"What will happen to my career now..."