Pretending to be normal in front of someone without a wish was another kind of burden I didn't want to carry. Conveying my discomfort to Diya, too, felt like hurting her. I couldn't do it, either. That's why I planned to come home late and I succeeded in my plan for three weeks, too. I didn't go home earlier in the past three weeks as I planned. My guitar classes usually ended by evening 7. But I made sure I returned home in mid-nights after everyone slept and left the home earlier in the morning, waiting for the three months to end soon.