'I asked are you alright Nur? Or does it hurt too much?' Dylan asks, impatient. He has always been impatient.

'I am fine.' Nur snaps. 'You were the one who hit me. Aren't you?'

'I am sorry.' He says. 'I didn't see you there.'

'And you paid the bills?

'Yes.'

'And you are my husband?'

'Er... yes.'

'And you are the man from the diner?'

'I don't know.' Dylan says, his expressions unchanged. When Nur opens her mouth to pursue him to speak the truth, Dylan interrupts her. 'Why is your mother not picking up? I have ringed her.'

'Because she is not here. She went to my brother.'

Dylan's expressions quizzes. 'Since when?'

'About a month or so.'

'So you have been living alone for a month?'

'Yeah.' Nur replies, still trying to understand the confused tone Dylan gives her. 'It's not a big deal.'

'But you hate living alone.' Dylan says as he sits on the chair.

'There's not much I can do now, can I?' Nur acts innocent but she still can't help but drool over the fact that he remembered her loathe for aloneness. 'Since you fired me, I couldn't afford my mother's meds so she had to leave me.'

Dylan looks at her. 'If you would have been more careful, I wouldn't've fired you.'

'And if your impatience wouldn't've kicked in, I would be more careful.'

'I had already given you enough chances.'

'I was still learning. Because of you, my mother left me. If you didn't fire me, I would've pursued her to stay with me but i didn't because I knew I could not take care of her like she deserves to be. And my dream cannot be fulfilled. Do you even know what it feels to be hopeless? No. Because you are the god damn billionaire. How would you understand what it feels like to earn with blood and hoping to be able to survive on our own dream.' Nur becomes aware she said too much but it was all her frustration rolled up in her. She couldn't really help.

Dylan stares at me, his jaw clenching. 'If you really earned from your *blood*, then you would've been more careful. Every day, I had to tolerate your clumsiness.'

'But I was still learning.'

'Then go ahead. Learn and when you have learnt how to serve tea without spilling it, come back to me. I will gladly give your job back.' Dylan stands up and buttons his coat, 'but until then, learn.' Eyeing Nur one more time, he turns around to leave.

'Like a man as arrogant as you would.' Nur murmurs.

'I can hear that.' Dylan calls from outside. 'And a man as arrogant as me, would.'Nur just looks at him, sensing a change in his tone. 'Because I want to.'

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