Part 23

"Rare, Rin, seriously. Husbands like yours are very rare. So kind and attentive to his wife. I've been living in this apartment for decades, with many residents coming and going, and only your husband behaves like that. He's friendly to people here, always smiling and greeting everyone he meets. The other husbands? They come home from work, go straight to their units, and only appear late at night to go to the nearby food stalls and play cards. Far... from your husband."

Wiwit's words echoed in Airin’s ears. She always spoke enthusiastically about Fachri, who was indeed very different from the other husbands in the apartment. Because Wiwit praised Fachri so often, Airin couldn't find any faults in the tall and handsome man. Even now, those words continued to ring clearly in her mind.

"Hmm, that's why you didn't respond. I've been calling your name for a while," Fachri said, taking a seat next to Airin. He had two bowls of chicken porridge in his hands, handing one to Airin before star