78 Seventy-Eight

3 years is very long. Such a long, long time. I don't know whether Dennis doesn't know either, if Aura comes home he will still be alive or dead.

Suddenly Dennis's daydreams shattered when someone came

"Are you still thinking about Aura?" Said, someone.

It's quiet. Dennis didn't answer.

"If you still think about Aura, I hope you realize, Den. You are young, you are rich. Your baby needs a mother figure, if I can help you, I will match you with a woman of my choice." Said Marista.

Hearing Marista's words, Dennis stared at his mother sharply.

"Until whenever. I will never like any girl. I hope you understand!" Said, Dennis.

"I know, Den. But you don't know what Mr. Daryl looks like. It could be that he will marry Aura there to a man ..." Said Marista paused.

Prang!

Dennis immediately broke the vase next to his bed.

"Never. Argh!" Said, Dennis.

"Enough, Den." Said Marista.

"Go!" Said, Dennis.