She was moving around the kitchen she knew was meant to be the kitchen. With her mind wandering off at him to know whether he had woken up and trying so hard not to forget what the woman selling off the ingredients told her on how to make what she wanted. She made sure she had done everything like the woman said, it was dark already but with the magical flames she had created, everything was good.
Slowly, she walked back to the room, this was the umpteenth time she was checking up on him and she didn’t want to be heartbroken when she sees that he wasn’t up again. Stealthily, with the darkness hovering over her eyelids as she knowingly didn’t put on some lights in the room, she walked to the bed. Aranya sat on the bedside next to him with her heart moving slowly, she knew Betla had promise
