Chapter 55. The Quarrel

Hendramo, who looked so exhausted, lay down on the couch in his house when he arrived. The jacket he was wearing was on the floor, while the bag he was carrying was beside him. The tie that was hanging around his neck had now been pulled forcibly, plus the two buttons of his top shirt were starting to open as well. Hendramo himself did not come quietly so that everyone who was still awake in the house could hear him. One of them is Niar.

“Just got home?” asked Niar with a tone that was so annoying. Hendramo, who heard that, frowned, even though he was just about to enter dreamland after working so tiredly. He himself didn't know whether Niar had always talked like that or if it was just his feelings.

“Why?” replied Hendramo, who did not change his position. He still lay faithfully with his arm covering his eyes, holding back the light that was above him from entering his eyes. “Can't the tone be dialysis anymore?”

Niar snorted loudly, feeling like Hendramo's words were something fun