NIRELLE
I stare at him, waiting for a reaction, whatever it might be, but it does not come. It was almost as if he was devoid of emotions in that moment, and I know it was not true since I had seen him display a range of them. I clear my throat and pull out the chair once again before settling into it.
"Are you not going to say anything?" I ask and he seems to snap out of whatever kind of daze he had been in for a moment.
"We are married. I don't think that..." he begins, but I barely allow the words to slip out of his mouth when I shake my hands in the air at him.
"It does not matter if we are married or not; our situation is very peculiar; we can't just do what others are doing because they are doing it," I say, and he frowns. I almost sigh because finally, I see some emotions on his
