"Hendra… Aruna's family is here," Mommy Gayatri suddenly said, followed by an assistant behind her.
And he who was greeted displayed the opposite expression. Hendra was a man who was easy to guess when he grieved. "Why?"
"It's okay I'll go down first," I know that Mommy Gayatri also caught the grief that Mahendra gave off. He looked at me for a moment before the Jepara-carved door closed completely.
"Mommy, can I look in the mirror?" I found the problem, Hendra's last gaze fell on my left hand and my face.
I asked my mother-in-law to lend me some make-up and she hurriedly told the assistant to run with her make-up kit. I still remember I had nothing in my drawer. But after my husband's mother pulled out the wide drawer of my dresser she found everything new. Hendra has fulfilled my needs apparently.
