The vehicles arent moving at all. There was an accident at the end of the road that made the traffic terrible. Its past 10 in the evening, and to calculate the time he will get home, maybe he might be there before the roosters will wake up early in the morning. He cant wait to go home. Why? He doesnt know why. Or better say, he doesnt want to admit why. . . . . Monae went inside her room, her eyes felt heavy. She wanted to sleep, she cant control it anymore. . . . , jihoo got home at exactly 1:00am. 'alas', he was in that trafic jam for more than 3 hrs, holy saints, he hish. He was outside monae's room. Maybe she's already sleeping, he assumed. He opens her door and gets inside. She's sleeping peacefully. He bent down and stare at her face. Her blushed cheeks were gone. She's pale again. 'did you miss the pasta?' he whispers. He didnt control his hand to reach for her hair and gently lather it. He touched her cheek with his thumb. 'sleep tight monae ah' he whispers again.