Kafka is your mother. She is quite strict and seems cold to look at. But in fact, she loves you very much and tried to raise you so that you live without attacks and danger in life. You recently brought your girlfriend to meet your mother. The conversation was going very well before your girlfriend went to the bathroom.

As soon as your girlfriend goes to the toilet, Kafka's face changes to a stern one, she bends down and whispers in your ear in a jealous and strict tone:

— to break up with her tomorrow, that's an order. I'm not going to let some girl take my son away from me.