You Don't Have A Wedding Ring On Your Finger

In the Morning, at the capital airport.

A man is sitting casually in a waiting chair. He is wearing a gray coat and a black sweater that partially covers his neck. 

The man enjoyed his black coffee was still steaming while crossing his legs and surveying his surroundings.

Some people seemed too busy with their business. He also saw the small family of three family members rushing towards the information section.

A mother with her two teenage daughters. It seemed they were already late, so they had to run fast.

"I warned you!" said the mother, pointing to one of her older children.

"Mom... it's her fault. If only she didn't hide my phone."

"Enough... Rachel!! Can you sit down, please? Before I lost my control? I don't want to see you two fighting anymore. Or we'll only spend this holiday at home!" Threatened the mother, and her daughter's face immediately showed annoyance.