บท 109: Happy wives is a happy home

As Zafron stepped into the house, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafted through the air. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Mara bustling about, her hair tied back in a messy bun as she tended to various pots and pans.

"Good morning," Zafron said, his voice still slightly breathless from the run.

Mara turned, offering a halfhearted smile. "Oh, morning," she replied, her tone lacking its usual warmth.

Zafron's heart sank. 'She's still upset about yesterday,' he realized. Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer.

"Mara, I... I want to apologize for yesterday," he began. "Things happened yesterday that I really couldn't handle and it was a lot for me, but that's no excuse for how I acted. I'm feeling better now, and I'm sorry for worrying you."

Mara's hands stilled over the stove, her back still to Zafron. He continued, "I'm going out today to keep looking for work. I want to be able to contribute, to buy you whatever you want."