Cousin? Is that what he told them? Well, it was believable since they had come from the same household.
They would have stayed and talked in her matrimonial room, of course, but Meka felt it was inappropriate.
She felt that those walls would suffocate her, and she would not be able to open up to him if indeed she wanted to say something. She wanted to be free, and the garden happened to be the best place.
The sound of gentle watering filled the air as the servants tended to the plants, carefully arranged in neat rows that formed a welcoming pathway. The day was drawing to a close, and Meka knew they would after this rest for the night.
As Meka and Dede approached, the servants paused to bow respectfully before resuming their work with quiet determination.
