I told myself not to say anything. I drank the water and went straight back to the room. I didn't want to continue comforting Asher.
"Why don't you answer me? Are you angry? Sorry, I'm too sad. Please don't be angry, okay? Don't be silent in front of me. It will make me sad."
Asher came over and hugged me. Taking away the cup of water that I had only taken a sip from, he was determined to focus my attention on him.
I felt suffocated.
I looked down at my empty palm. I no longer could hold myself back.
"Can you be quiet for a while?" I spoke calmly as the exhaustion overwhelmed me.
"It has been half an hour since I came home. During this period, I did nothing except comfort Asher.
Asher couldn't sense my despair and plea. He stared at me with his eyes wide open as if I said something extraordinary.
"I know he is going to do it again."
I begged, looking into Asher's eyes. I struggled to make him know my meaning.
"I have been working all day. After work, I went to the hospital. My father's condition has not improved. My mother keeps crying. I am so tired. I know you are unhappy, but I don't have the energy today."