Ovior started another busy day when Arthur came to his office. He sat on the couch and declared, "I want to make love to my wife."
And that's how Ovior's mood was ruined. With an exceptionally sour expression, he bickered, "Why the hell are you telling me that? Go, tell your wife!"
"Yeah, right, I tell her, and she will accuse me saying I only love her body, not her soul."
Ovior shut the book with a loud sound. "That's not my problem. Don't just come here and brag about your love problem to me. Get out! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Yes, yes, I see you are super busy doing nothing," Arthur replied in a bored tone. "That's why I feel like bothering you."
"I hate you," Ovior expressed his innermost feeling.
"I know. Where is Catherine? I don't see her." Arthur looked around as if he wasn't bothered by his friend's hatred.