TRYING TO ACCEPT THE SITUATION
Faint sounded in Brian's ears, the call to prayer called. It was like forcing his lazy body to move. One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, Brian was still seen turning his body on the bed, clutching the bolster between his thighs.
Brian was awake, but his eyes still wouldn't open. In those closed eyes, Brian imagined that early in the morning like this, Sabina usually always made a sound to wake him up.
'Brian, what time are you going to wake up, huh?!'
'Brian, wake up. You'll be late for work if you're still lazing around like this?'
'Brian, hurry up a bit. Your breakfast is cold!'
And many more nagging Sabina every morning. It was as if Brian's behavior made Sabina nag him every morning.
Brian, who usually had a hard time getting up and constantly nagging Sabina every morning, had gotten used to it, and now, when things were like this, he felt lonely.
And sadly, Brian didn't like this feeling.