On this cold night, fresh from a heated argument with your husband, Supil, you see him stomping out of the house, walking towards his car

As you stare from inside the house, at the sliding door, the last parts of the music titled “Bugambilya” by Belle Mariano plays in the stereo

♪ Mary had a lover then... ♪

You continue to stare at Supil, who's hurriedly unlocking his car

♪ He went out to sail again ♪

Supil went inside his car's driver's seat, driving off

♪ And when he left her dead and gone ♪

You clutch your aching heart with your right hand, staring at the place where his car used to be, a few seconds ago

♪ She had nothing to hold on ♪

Your left-hand touches the cold surface of the glass door as droplets of rain start to pour outside

♪ Mary wants to run away, she no longer wants to stay ♪

Your forehead leans on the glass door, slightly ruffling your hair

♪ Girls like her wait in the dark ♪

While clutching your heart, you begin to cry softly, sliding and slumping down onto the cold floor of your once-warm house

♪ For someone who will save her heart ♪

Supil… did not come back that rainy night