The door of the small apartment opened and a person in a white dress stepped inside. Taking out the bag which was tucked in her arms, she hung it behind the door.
She then opened her white canvas and wore the home slipper. She walked in with the grocery bag in one hand. Keeping the grocery bag on the kitchen counter, she entered her small bedroom.
Seeing the empty bed she wandered around, calling out, “Ivan… Ivan… where are you? I am home...”
Ivan was watching her feet pacing back and forth from under the bed, and was hearing her calling out for him, but he was not intending to reply.
Eiza was hearing his cry under the bed but still, she was trying to convince him to come out. So she kept on calling, “I am not able to find you, love. Come on. I accept my defeat.”
Ivan still didn’t c
