He didn't argue. He just sat in his worn armchair, closed his eyes, and hummed.
When the song ended, Arman opened his eyes. "Your grandfather was a fisherman," he said softly. "He was never home. I swore I would never be a man my child had to search for. So I made my world small. Predictable. Boring. So you would always know where to find me." Ayah Ngentot Anak Kandung Fixed
The silence between them was heavy, filled not with anger, but with a vast, unspoken distance. He knew her world as "noise." She saw his world as a "cage." He didn't argue