A few seconds later, he started sweating profusely, instantly his cloth was soaked in sweat, “this cannot be,” he shouted, and then suddenly he remembered the file. He rushed in again for the file; he had hidden it under the mat that serves as a carpet in his bedroom. He searched hungrily for the file that contains valuable documents.
He found it, but not in the position he had kept it. He was too careless to notice it. He carried the file and ran into the sitting room to meet Suss, who was already panicking and bouncing on her feet.
This time, her dangling breasts had taken a more rapid movement. She repeatedly placed her hands on her breasts, and her head as her feet followed the fearful dance steps, she was unconsciously displaying.
Madone stared at Suss with eyeballs bulging out, “the money, yes my money, I can’t find it. The spirit was here, you brought him?”
Suss placed both hands on her chest, “what are you talking about Madone, what spirit?”
