After their conversation, Emyr finished shaving. His mind was racing. He was trying to make new plans.
"Ponso, kindly prepare one hundred kilos of rind. Use a blender and pack them twenty kilos each," Emyr instructed through the cellphone.
"Twenty kilos per pack. Blend the rind, without the fruit."
"That's right."
"Okay, sir!"
"Slice the peeled fruit into ten and put inside smaller individual packs. We will bring them with us tonight."
"Right, sir!" Ponso replied with hesitation. "Uhrm, sir?" He cleared his throat.
"Yes?"
"Lucy told me that Ara was crying in her sleep..."
"Why? Is she in pain?" Emyr wiped the shaving cream off his face hurriedly.
"I don't know, sir--"
"Okay, okay, I'll go to Ara!" Emyr interrupted and pressed the 'off' button.
He made sure that his hair was co
