The marriage can work

Delia and Leo were still cuddling on the bed when they heard a light knock on the door. It's been more than an hour since her mother left to cook. Leo encouraged her to get the door.

Delia stood up and went to open the door. She saw her mother standing there with a tray of different food.

"Uhm... I don't know what you'd prefer, so I made a variety." The woman said guiltily. She probably felt ashamed for not knowing what her daughter likes.

Delia nodded and collected the tray from her. "Thank you." She muttered.

The woman nodded. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" She asked expectantly, but delia just shook her head.

"O... okay. I will go now." She said and Delia nodded. She felt awkward with the way her mother was so cautious with the way she speaks, what she says and how she acts. She wasn't the mother she remembered. But after everything, she does not expect her to free with her. She herself didn't feel free. The woman mostly made her speechless.