"I want to bathe you but there is no soup bowl," Aruna spontaneously turned her body and pushed Mahendra's stomach.
"Aah," he complained and Aruna realized that her husband's stomach was still bruised.
"Hen.. What really happened that night?" anxiously, she also glanced at the arm hiding behind the long-sleeved pyjama borrowed by her brother.
"It's healed."
"Am I not great enough that I haven't been allowed to listen to your secret?" Aruna looked at the back of the man who was opening the bedroom window.
"The air is fresh," it seemed Hendra was trying to change the subject.
"I see, I don't feel heard," Aruna's nervousness clawed up. She turned her body, walking away from the man who was enjoying the rain in the morning.
_You know enough about things that can make you happy_ muttered Mahendra while observing his three assistants down there, with black umbrellas in their hands, struggling to get to the side of the car.
