Howard tilted his head slightly, settling into a comfortable position as he murmured, "Ah, I'm a bit tired now. Just let me lie here for a while."
Nia covered her mouth, her laughter barely contained.
The woman with the bucket waist, seemingly eager to speak her mind, glanced at her husband and gestured subtly towards the door with her eyes.
Nia's father said to her, "Take good care of him."
Then, he walked towards the door, the middle-aged woman following suit.
Once they had put some distance between themselves and the cabin, arriving at the riverbank, Nia's father broached the subject, "What's on your mind? You can speak freely now; we're far enough from the cabin. He won't hear us."
The woman with the bucket waist finally voiced her thoughts, "Husband, the man Nia brought this time seems to have taken a liking to her."
"Taken a liking? What do you mean?" the man inquired, curiosity piqued.
