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Mahfuz didn't return until around ten in the evening. By then, my anger had reached its peak, and I was restlessly shaking my leg. When he walked in and offered a greeting, I murmured a reply under my breath. He smiled and said, "I'm so sorry, my love. I accompanied my uncle somewhere and had no idea we would be delayed like this. Please forgive me, my wife."
I don't know why I can never stay angry with Mahfuz for long. Whenever he smiles and speaks to me in that gentle voice, I just feel my anger melt away.
He opened the plastic bag he had brought with him, saying, "Look at the treats I brought you."
Being pregnant, I quickly snatched the bag from him. Seeing milk candy (alewar madara) and gurasa, my face lit up with a wide smile, since I loved anything made with milk and sugar.
As I started eating the milk candy, I looked down at Mahfuz, who had sat on the carpet and was typing away on his phone.
"Aren't you going to eat the food?"
"Honestly, my uncle forced me to eat at his house. Just reheat it for me tomorrow before I leave."
"Won't you take even a single spoonful? I cooked this specifically for you."
"I already told you to just reheat it for me tomorrow. I'm completely full right now."
Though I wasn't happy about it, I went back to eating my milk candy, while he stretched out his legs, holding his phone with both hands and typing with a slight smile on his face.
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