Martha kept on enjoying the view outside, not opening the window only to get scolded.
The car was moving at a standard pace until the car slowed down. Martha, who sat by the left window of the car, didn't realize the deceleration till the time she the four wheel drive deviate from the usual route to its right.
She observed the view on her left going behind her sight as they moved towards their right.
She suddenly turned to her father who had turned the steering to the right to make a turn.
It bewildered Martha and made her rethink the route to her granny's place.
"But this is not the route to go to granny's place. Where we are even headed?" she thought to herself, still being unable to question either of her parents. She took a look of the road they were supposed to drive ahead on and then shifted the look to the path they were going to traverse on.
She kept doing this for a couple or more times just as his father drove to his right to enter the seemingly less traveled path. She believed her father would anytime realize that he had mistakenly taken some other route on the assumption that it would lead to granny's house.
"But why is mom even not saying anything to dad? That's too much of a silence that we might compensate for later on when we'd have lost our way back."
The path he turned his motor car towards was visible to any person only when he would stand on the road right next to where it starts and not at all if you're standing few meters away from that point on road immediately adjacent to the entrance of the path.
Chances were less for someone who is passing by the road through a motor vehicle to look at this path by chance as the entrance was so small as if it was shaped with the intention to be kept hidden from the general public.
The entrance opened up the road into the fields and given the rough and unpaved nature of it, it clearly seemed to Martha that a very meager number of people must be using this road.
"That is why this path has not come under the consideration of the government to make repairs and furnishing it with proper facilities since only a limited amount of people would have been using it. But that was not the real concern of Martha. The real concern instead was that why are the three of them going on to this path. What do they have to do with this road?
Finally, the road which she had known that led to her granny's house was out of the sight and in front of her lay down a path she'd never tread on before. The path was flanked by green plants on either of the sides.
After having traveled for more than a mile on to this path, she began thinking what's going on into her parents' mind since her mom also didn't object to this unexpected change of route by her father.
"That probably means where he is heading to. Why I am the only one who is not aware of what's happening? Maybe I should ask.
But I know mom would brush off my questions. What makes her do that to me? Is it that because I am adopted that she is not entertaining my questions anymore. Stop fooling around Martha.
Think of something logical. I remember dad telling me he has a friend nearby granny's house. Must be him that we are going to meet.
Also, there are some papers kept under the glove box which I don't think would be for granny but dad's friend only. It'd be better if I ask him directly if we'll be seeing one of his friends rather than asking out of the blue that where are we headed to."
"Daddy, are we going to meet one of your friends?" asked Martha. Benjamin looked at Martha from the rear mirror of the car without shifting his gaze from the road.
He remained silent as he expected Cindy to speak up which she did instantly "Yes we will be seeing one of your dad's friends" Benjamin passed a look to Cindy, this time turning his head towards Cindy and almost instantaneously fixating his eyes back on the path ahead.
Martha found it a bit uneasy, for she was only a few minutes away from falling into the arms of her grandma and not they had to take a detour first and then visit granny.
"I can only wish if I could fast forward to the time of the day when I could hug my grandma tightly and never let go of that embrace. I can only wish" thought Martha. It had been almost a couple of mile into the fields and there were no human settlements the car could come across.
To Martha, it felt as if it were only the three of them within the radius of 2 miles of that field. With each passing second, Martha expected the path to open up to a town or any sort of small settlement where she could find other people.
In reality, the path went only deeper into the fields and they kept losing touch with the outside world even as they drove forth through the car.
The green fields that appealed to Martha a few hours ago were now can be regarded as intimidating by Martha.
"How long is this going to take? Nothing is going the way I want it to be. I could not Matthew today. Okay stop! Crying over being unable to meet him won't bring him here so stop thinking about it for God's sake.
Nor did I am going to meet grandmother anytime soon now. I wonder how long this path will take to reach daddy's friend's house.
What kind of a man is he to have built his house in the middle of nowhere? No wonder he'd be having his own cow tethered near his house so whenever he feels like having coffee or something like that, he'd milk the cow and extract some milk.