On the third day of doing errands, the people around Malaya started to become less wary of her. And that means... Malaya could only sigh in weariness. 'That means more work for me. Well, like I expected it would not be easy. And I need to do this in one week. Forget about earning their trust, more like I'm just earning a spot to become a slave here.' She glanced at the rice field that she needed to plant more. The size of the rice field was almost one hectare.
'Ah. Think positive Malaya. Think of this as just helping people in need. Yeah, that's right. I'm helping people. I'm such a good person. They are lucky that they got me here.'
Malaya slowly stood up straight and stretched her hips and arms. 'Yosh!' She raised her fist to the air. 'I can do this!' She continued to plant the rice seedling. She woke before sunrise to do some basic stretching first and she started to plant the rice seeds again for almost two hours now.
