Sansali woke up in the morning and felt a server headache.
Kamala noticed that Sansali, who used to wake up early on Sunday morning is still asleep. So, Kamala went to her room and sat beside the Sansali's bed with her cup of tea, while remembering what happened the night before.
"Sweety aren't you getting up today… well, it's around 10 in the morning now.."
By rubbing softly the Sansali's head, Kamala began to ask.
Sansali opened her eyes in pain,
"My head hurts a lot Aunt Kamala.." she said and closed her eyes again.
Kamala realized that Sansali was in pain. Kamala got up from the bed, picked up the bottle of pain cologne on Sansali's mirror table, and approached Sansali.
Kamala put some pain cologne on the girl's head and slowly rub her head.
"Wait honey.. I'll make you some food… util then drinks this tea…" Kamala said and went to the kitchen to prepare some pancakes for Sansali.
After a while, the phone rang and Kamala went to the phone while pancakes were cooking and answer the call.
"Hello… Kamala, It's me"
From the other end Sansali's mother Ramani Ranminithenna talked.
"Tell me Ma'am" Kamala started to respond
"Sansali Ma'am is suffering from a headache ma'am…I'm preparing some pancakes for her… she is still in bed ma'am"
Before Ramani asked Kamala Said in a hurry.
"Please Kamala take care of my little girl… She would not have gotten so sick if something hurtful had happened…" Ramani said with a sigh.
"Ma'am don't be afraid… I'll take care of her…" Kamala said sadly.
"I will send a chicken soup to my little girl when Nisal comes…Bless you"
"Bless you too Ma'am," Kamala said leaving the phone and entered the kitchen to prepare the pancakes.
After eating the pancakes brought by Kamal, Sansali washed her face, changes into another dress, and went back to bed.
Sansali awoke to the sound of the doorbell rang by Nisal. While lying on the bed, Sansali was listening to the conversation happening.
Nisal gave the soup bowl given to Kamala which was given by his mother and entered the house. He looked at Kamal, who was holding a bowl of soup, and sat on the sofa and began to talk.
"Aunt where is Sansali…"
"She had her meal and went to sleep…wait let me check her…"
When Kamala went to Sansali's room, she was awake.
"How are you feeling now darling…" Kamala asked.
"Feeling a bit better aunty…who came.?" Sansali asked out knowing who came through.
"Your brother came sweety. and your mother sends a soup… come let's drink it…" Kamala said coming near Sansali and rubbing her hand.
Reluctant to offend Kamala who serving her so lovingly, Sansali came out of the room.
Seeing his sister, Nisal smiled painfully. Sansali responds to him with a short smile, and Sansali approached her brother and hugged him to his chest. Nisal let out a long sign and touched her head genteelly.
"I am sorry darling sister. I could not understand you…" Nisal said as his sister hugged him.
Sansali, warmed by her brother's love, took his hand and went to the dining room as she felt very hungry without saying a word.
Sansali drank the soup sent by her mother, rubbed her lips on the soup bowl, and began to raise her voice.
"Brother, don't be sad… I know you thought about me and do to bring Pasan closer to me.."
Nisal stared at his sister.
Sansali paused and began to speak again.
"It's good that these things happened. but my darling bro, don't try to make someone closer to me again…" Sansali said looking at the finished soup bowl.
Nisal left Sansali's house in agony.
Nisal was deeply saddened that Sansali was in pain again for what he had done for the good of his little sister Sansali.
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Shanuki, who was sitting on the balcony and engaged in sewing, turned her attention to the familiar sound of the horn heard from the gate.
Peter, the servant of the house, was still opening the gate to enter the vehicle and Shanuki who had thrown her girdle on the table and ran downstairs to greet her boyfriend or her husband, who was about to become in the near future.
Shanuki waited for Nisal to get out of the car and go to the bench at the end of the front yard.
Shanuki Madugalla, owns short, straightened hair. She is a young woman with a good body shape and always having a smile on her cheeks. Anyone who sees her as beautiful will naturally think so. She was the only child of Bandula Madugalla and Vasana Madugalla. After a seven-year love affair at the university, she was ready to become Nisal's wife with the blessings of both families.
Shanuki knew that Nisal who he was sitting on the bench in the garden do so when his mind was on a troubled matter. So, she walked to Nisal, and sat on the bench, put her head on Nisal's shoulder, and grabbed his hand to comfort him.
"Nisal… tell me what the problem is…" she asked gently rubbing his hand.
Nisal revealed the things that took happed during the Wadduwa journey one by one to Shanuki. Shanuki, who had heard everything well, turned her faced towards Nisal.
"Listen, babe. your sister is not angry with you Nisal. she is behaving like that because she still does not want to have a relationship with someone else. I think the best thing for her is we need to give some time to her to move on."
Shanuki lovingly explained things to Nisal and calmed his troubled mind as if a mother was explaining something to her little child.
Nisal was relieved after talking with Shanuki and when he went home felt so relaxed