"What is this Ayraa? Why are Dewa and Cayla here so early in the morning. And now is it really my birthday?" asked Danish getting up from his sleep and sitting facing Ayraa.
"A surprise for you Mas, happy birthday to you Mas. May God always protect you and give you a long life, Mas." said Ayraa while complaining Danish forehead with feeling.
Danish's heart melted, wanting to sink into Ayraa's arms. But the question in his heart about Ayraa's lies had restrained his desire.
"What's the matter, Mas? Why is Mas Danish silent?" Ayraa asked while cupping Danish's face.
Slowly, Danish's hands lowered both of Ayraa's hands from her face.
"God, come closer." called Danish suddenly.
"Yes sir." said Dewa approached Danish.
"I'm asking you, where were you all day yesterday?" asked Danish in a deep voice while glancing at Ayraa.
"I was out of town all day, why Mas?" asked Dewa not understanding the direction of Danish's conversation.
