138. Metaphoric Symphony

"I've imagined many things, one of which was that maybe we will get married, and maybe our life will be like this," Aruna's eyes roamed their surroundings, aware that he was staring at her, "But, now I realize, it's not as good in my mind."

Damar's brows knitted in confusion as Aruna threw him a smile, "What does that mean?"

"I thought, having a husband who cannot cook would make me more charming, because I can act like I'm important, the only one in charge three times a day. Honestly, it's troublesome. It sucks when one of us is sick."

"I can relate!" a fit of laughter that shook his shoulder.

"Thank you," he stated, after taking a deep breath to calm his heaving breath, "You made me rich."

"What?" once again lost in Damar's cryptic words.