Dede had come to visit once again and she had found something intriguing in him: a person she could vent all her anger to, telling him everything she wanted without being interrupted. It was refreshing to finally have someone to confide in without being dismissed.
"Meka," he whispered when Meka had finished talking.
They were seated under a huge mango tree close to the garden, with the branches creating shadows that shielded them from the scorching sun.
"Hmm," Meka replied, giving him all of her attention."
Today, she wore only one bead on her waist and neck. It was a relief from the usual days when she would be adorned with too many beads that she didn't like. She wanted to breathe at least.
Dede's bare chest heaved up and down, and she wondered what he was about to say.
