Davita listened until she was sleepy, lost to her mother's sweet seductive voice.
The pavilion door opened. Mrs. Clarita stood on her back. She does not use a wheelchair.
"MOTHER...!" Nindy and Soraya shouted in unison.
Mrs. Clarita stood in awe of Nindy.
Nindy stared.
"Oh my God.... what is this!"
They: dumbfounded!
Didn't they see it wrong? Mrs. Clarita is not paralyzed. She can stand and walk!
It's a miracle... or a fraud! "
"Mother...!" Nindy knelt at her mother's feet.
Soraya pulled the veil over her head so that her face was barely visible.
"Who are you... why do you look like Nindy... my son! Your voice looks like hers too ?!"
"Mother...! Mother... it's me, mom... I'm Nindy... Nindy your child!" Nindy cried sadly.
"You look like Nindy... please don't busk here!"
BRUUK!
Nindy dropped to the floor.
His mother thinks he's a busker!
What bad luck!
