Dwelling on the fact whether she should go inside or not, Sara stood there. However, bringing in all a little courage, she grabbed the door, pushing it open and there Sara saw her father standing by the window looking out and his hands behind his back of her neck, while her mother was sitting on the far end corner of the couch.
All three of them had a huge distance between them. As she walked in they both got alarmed and turned to Sara, scaring her more.
“What is happening, my love?” Her father asked, and her mother shook her head, mad already.
“Can you stop sugar-coating everything with her? A conversation cannot start with my love all the time.” Her mother said, raising her voice as the assistant closed the door behind Sara.
Her father on the other hand, completely understood the ang
