Rushan arrives home late. 

He often loses track of time when carrying out his duties, Not infrequently he comes home shocked when he sees a woman at home waiting for him, even though it is his wife which is me, tonight he came home a little drunk and smelled of alcohol but he was still very conscious.

"I had a lot of work earlier, so I came home late," he say while loosening his tie and walking inside home.

“Tomorrow is our 10th anniversary,” I remind him. He stops walking and he turn his head to look at me for a moment.

"Yeah, I know," he says seriously, I miss him. And mostly I miss his unserious goofy past self. “So can we do it for dinner tomorrow?” I ask hoping he would say yes.  He sighs, "If I'm not too busy tomorrow." he starts walking to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator if he not busy? Is that how 10 years of relation feels like? 

“But-” and he cuts me off with, "What?" he asks not looking up from his phone. “We should at least celebrate our 10th anniversary,” I mutter.

He grabbed a mineral water and he shut the refrigerator door with his one hand."I get it." he said while he walked passed her and headed to the bedroom.

“So we will go right?” I hope, maybe he will change his mind. 

He took off his tie and put it on the table in the bedroom."I'll try my best to make time if I'm not busy." he said while lying down on the bedroom bed and closing his eyes, "Now let me sleep, I'm tired."

“Oh okay,” I mutter. 

He didn't say anything, all he did was close his eyes and start to drift off to sleep. He didn't even change out of his work clothes and just slept like that.