CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX
AUTHOR'S POV
Dera turned back in shock to a crawling Selena. She made a confused look that delivered the "What was happening?" message, as she looked from her to an equally shocked Michael.
She shrugged her shoulders, and continued with her journey to the restroom, seemingly discarding the issue as irrelevant.
"Aunty Selena, don't, you'll hurt yourself" Michael gave a sharp cry as Selena forced herself forward.
But Selena kept pushing forward towards Dera in a crawling position, not minding Michael's concern for her. It wasn't his duty to be concerned for her, but hers. And that was just what she was doing.
Dera whirled around in malicious frustration "Can someone just tell me what's going on right here?" She howled, raising her hands towards heaven as she spoke. "What's wrong with you Selena? Did you equally break your brain in the fall?" She gave a disgusted look at Selena.
