What's the matter with you then? You look miserable.
It's us.
What do you mean by us.
Well, you always say you're busy.
That's right.
And you often go back to live with your parents and leave our son in the room by himself.
I. . . I. . . I miss my parents, also they miss me.
Oh I remember, I cut terrible calls, and you didn't say anything about it.
You mean I am groaned a few words?
Totally not. Perhaps it's about our marriage.