The moment Areg reached our vehicle, she didn't even hesitate. She yanked the front passenger door open like it weighed nothing, and before I could warn her that the hinges were already weak, she tried squeezing herself through the tight space between the door and Lice. It was almost painful to watch. Her huge ogre frame simply refused to cooperate with the small metal box we called my car. After a solid three seconds of awkward shuffling and bumping, she let out a frustrated grunt and grabbed Lice by the shirt.
"Come here, husband," she said, her voice softening in a way I wasn't prepared for.
Before Lice could protest, she dragged him out of the seat like he was a toddler. The poor guy didn't even land properly, he stumbled, nearly falling onto the dusty ground, but she caught him easily, lifting him like a bag of chips. Then she crushed him into her chest with a hug so tight I thought I heard his bones pop.
"I missed you, husband," she said again, squeezing him even tighter.
