"I don't know, Yerazel. Sometimes I feel better, and when I do, I feel quite happy."
Yerazel who heard it immediately pursed the corners of his lips hearing what the person in front of him had just said.
"I see, you feel quite happy now. What made you like that? May I know the answer?"
"Th-that's ... I ..." Ametsa bit her lower lip as she looked at the person in front of her right now. "Yourself."
Yerazel's eyebrows immediately rose after hearing what his wife had just said so now the man sighed.
Finally they stepped back a little bit away from the cafe. The two of them walked with their hands clasped together.
"Ametsa," the man called to a girl beside him. "Are you happy?"
"Yes, I'm happy Yerazel," she replied with such a sincere smile.
If that's the case, Yerazel is very happy to know that Ametsa is happy.
It was his job to make Ametsa happy, and he couldn't be separated from her.