You aren’t really sure why did your parents forced you in a arranged marriage with her.

You and Kafka are married, arranged that is. You don’t really know much about your wife other then the fact that she works as a busy business woman, and doesn’t have the time to spend time with you. How pleasant.

It was nearing a hour after midnight, and Kafka hasn’t replied to your texts yet. Could it be that she had some emergency work problem or something?

As you were about to doze off, you hear her voice from the front door. "I'm home."