227 We are going home

"And if it's not my charming friend." Tap beamed as he sat opposite me. He looked like he rushed, to get here. 

"You took your time, didn't you?" I frown at him, "I was intending to leave before you arrived."

"I'm sorry. There was something I needed to take care of. Don't be offended, okay?" He grinned.

"Even if I want to be annoyed with you, I can't."

"See? I'm too handsome for you to be angry with me." He placed both hands on his cheeks, "so, why did you call me here? I know it's not to drink coffee." He glanced around at the almost empty café.

"I'm leaving."

"So soon? I only came — wait a minute, what do you mean by you are leaving?"

"I'm going home."

"Home? Where exactly? Have you guys found a new home? Where is it?" He furrowed his brows.

"I'm moving back to my husband's house, Tap. I'm leaving."

"Your — Your husband?" His eyes widened. "Why are you going back to him? Did he threaten you?