Yaba was with his hands in his pants pockets, leaning against the living room wall, next to the door, anger and jealousy were invading his body more and more.

You had arrived home late, since one of your colleagues had been fired at work, you opened the door of the house and took off your coat and shoes, you left your work bag on the table. You hadn't realized that Yaba was behind you, until you heard his voice.

"You're late." Yaba's voice was full of jealousy.