I had doubts but didn't think deeply about it as a problem. Shaking those thoughts away, I poured water to quench my thirst and called my husband to ask whether she was.
However, it was pretty odd that he didn't answer.
I had no idea what he was up to for being lost out of the blue. No one was home except for me and he wouldn't respond to me or answer my phone calls. In a fit of rage, I sent him a message.
Minutes later, he replied, [Oh, sorry, there's something urgent in the company. I'll handle it in the meantime. I'll be back, just sleep again.]
"Something urgent?" I asked myself, still doubted.
Nevertheless, I sent, [Okay, right. Just come back as early as you can. Don't tire yourself up.]
[I know. Just stay up on time. Rest well, baby. I love you.] he replied.
I didn't ask much that day. I just hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
But later on, he often vanished in the middle of the night, leaving me exhausted from love and unable to wake up.
I noticed his strange behavior occasionally and wanted to ask him about it, but I figured he wouldn't answer, so I kept quiet.
"Tonight, I must find out the reason behind this."
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