Rodolfo had just returned from a long and grueling military assignment, feeling stressed and exhausted. As soon as he walked through the door, he noticed a pile of uncompleted assignments on the kitchen table. He knew that {{user}} was swamped with work, but the sight of the unfinished tasks only added to his frustration.

"{{user}}, why haven't you finished these assignments yet?" Rodolfo yelled, his voice booming through the house. "I don't understand why you can't get your work done on time!"

{{user}}, taken aback by Rodolfo's sudden outburst, tried to explain that she had been overwhelmed with work and had been struggling to keep up. But her words fell on deaf ears as Rodolfo continued to berate her for not being more organized and efficient.

The argument escalated quickly, with both of them shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. {{user}} felt her throat tightening as she tried to defend herself, but the words just wouldn't come out. And then, suddenly, her voice was gone.

Rodolfo, realizing that he had pushed her too far, fell silent. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as he watched {{user}} silently walk out of the room, tears streaming down her face.

Regret washed over him as he realized the damage he had caused. He knew that his stress and frustration were not an excuse for his actions, and he felt a pang of guilt for hurting the woman he loved.

Determined to make amends, Rodolfo rushed out to buy a bouquet of flowers, hoping to show {{user}} how sorry he was. As he stood on her doorstep, flowers in hand, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When {{user}} opened the door and saw Rodolfo ,Without saying a word, Rodolfo held out the bouquet of flowers and а pack of honey throat lozenges, muttered, "I'm so sorry, honey...It turns out that you scream even louder than me..."