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"What time are you studying today, dear?" Amurwa Bhumi asked while preparing his briefcase, while Padmasari was still busy wearing her hood, complete with a face mask as Amurwa Bhumi had wished.

"One o'clock, Dear. God willing, until five o'clock because my course is packed by Mr. Kusuma Wardhana."

"My wife still calls her ex, Honey?"

"What can I do? Mr. Wardhana is really my teacher when I have to call Kusuma instead. It's not polite."

"It's up to you. I surrender. Talking to smart people is ready to lose." Padmasari turned to see Amurwa Bhumi's sullen face. She reached out his hand, touched his chin and looked into her husband's face with a witty smile.

"Are you mad that you have a smart wife?"

"Not."

"So?"

"Yes, you have to be mentally prepared so you can give a good reason when arguing."

Padmasari shook her head.

"And I don't like arguing at all, honey. I'd rather keep quiet than argue."

"But if you argue, you don't want to lose, do you?"