The farmer’s daughter started to perform her show and people expressed mixed reactions. Some of them thought she was easy and unworthy, while others saw her as a woman, brave and independent having her own thoughts and will.
Dalilah was thrilled by the attention the men gave her. Her body had become curvier, her breasts were bigger, but her belly was neat and petite in spite of being nine months pregnant.
Her father had become more protective of his daughter when strangers came to ask for her hand.
“Father, I would really like to wed Ahn” Dalilah begged him on her knees.
“He loves me, and he is willing to provide for me and bring up the child as his own.” Tears were running down her cheeks.
“Is he perhaps the one who fathered the child?” the farmer asked demanding an answer. His eyes
