As evening approached, she entered the kitchen once more to prepare dinner, still arranging a large table with dishes she had recently learned to make, then she waited for him until darkness fell, eventually falling asleep with her head on the dinner table.
Only when awakened by the chilly air in the depths of the night would she slowly come to her senses, rubbing her head and realizing that he hadn't returned tonight either.
Even so, Manman continued to repeat this routine daily, sending him regular text messages to remind him to change his medicine, to eat, to put on more clothes when it's cold... waiting for him with extreme persistence and stubbornness.
She thought, he said he was busy, so he must have a time when he finishes his work.
She married him, this is their home, he will come back eventually, right?
