Murad returned home earlier than expected. He was greeted by the aroma of soup and the spread his wife was busy perfecting. "Oh, it's you," Suri glanced at him with a sweet expression before getting back to the broth on the fire. Murad made himself comfortable, casually stealing a piece of meat to get a reaction out of her. "That's for the gravy, dear," Suri reclaimed the plate of fried meat and put it back on the small counter.
"But there's plenty to munch on. Why so many sides, though?" Murad said.
"Did you forget? Eric is joining us for dinner. He will be spending the night."
"Eric?" Murad's facial muscles tensed up, his smile suddenly fading. It was clear as night and day why Suri was so excited, working extra hard to prepare this feast.
Suri slowed down as Murad's arms popped up a
