Chris regretted his action. 'Was I harsh?' He asked himself holding a glass of whiskey. 'No. Why am I developing this mind of sympathy. She deserves whatever it is. Don't forget what she did to you,' he reminded himself. He placed the whiskey away as he heard someone walking to him room. As expected there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said.
"Hey," a lady walked in. It was not his mother aa he expected.
"Alka? What are you doing here?" Chris was not expecting anyone, especially her.
"You did not know?" Alka asked. She was messing with him. "My family and I came here because your mother invited us for dinner," she told him.
"Dinner?" Chris had no idea about it. Alka walked around his bedroom.
"Neat," she said. "I like it," Alka was wearing a low cut navy blue evening gown. Chris exhaled.
"Let us go down," Chris said. He did not want her in his room.
