Yes, as long as it's slow

It has been two days since they fought. Angga and Alexa have not spoken to each other. Both of them are equally stubborn, maintaining their respective egos.

Dinner matters have become a very cold routine. Even though they are still arguing, Angga is still thinking about cooking for Alexa. The only thing different from usual is that they never eat at the same table anymore.

Angga prefers eating in the television room while watching television programs, even though his mind is not focused on the program but rather on not having to eat facing Alexa.

Their minds are tormented. But even so, their egos are bigger than that feeling of torment.

"I don't have an appetite."

Alexa pushed her dinner plate to the middle of the table. It doesn't feel good to have dinner alone like that.

Alexa went to the kitchen to throw away the food. Her steps stopped when she heard a clear throat behind her.

"Ahem! You didn't finish eating. Why? You don't like the side dishes?"