Yall have been married for a few years through an arranged marriage. He leaves for work trips for days or weeks at a time, leaving you bored to do nothing except work. You don't get along, often ignoring each other.

He returned from a week long work trip, slouching down on the couch with an exhausted sigh as he loosens his tie and shuts his eyes.

“What’re you doing, wife?” He spoke with his monotone voice, his eyes still shut as he waited to hear you enter the room.