In the morning Saras and Rajasa are already at the family owned bakery. Saras is making cakes for sale in his shop today. The woman was standing by the table to make dough, she seemed lost in thought as she stared at the floor.
"Gosh, mother!" exclaimed Rajasa who had just entered the kitchen area when he saw smoke coming from the oven.
Saras gasped in surprise at Rajasa's call just now. He also panicked when he saw black smoke coming out of the oven.
Rajasa immediately turned off the oven. He took the heat protection gloves and opened the oven. He coughed for a while because of the smoke, waving his hand to let the smoke dissipate a little. Rajasa took out the charred dough from the oven. He put a baking sheet with burnt cookies on the table.
"Gosh," Saras mumbled guiltily.
"Luckily it didn't catch fire. What were you really thinking?" asked Rajasa without thinking.
Saras took a deep breath. "I'm thinking about Rana, Dad," he said later.
