After finishing their meal, Winda and Dirga returned to a Quality time in the living room while watching news programs on TV. They sat side by side, Winda casually leaned on Dirga who put his arm around Winda's shoulder. Occasionally Dirga gently stroked Winda's hair.
"Are you full now?"
"Yes, the worms in my stomach have stopped making a fuss," Winda answered carelessly, her gaze still fixed on the television screen.
"Hmm, worms make a fuss? Hahaha, honey." Dirga ruffled the origin of Winda's hair.
"It's so wrinkled, maybe I don't look pretty anymore, how?" Winda protested, pursing her lips.
"Search again, there are still many beautiful women out there" replied Dirga carelessly.
"Jeez, your mouth is dear. Isn't speech a prayer?" said Winda with a super serious face.