Dayang Maria unwrapped her long hair that was wrapped around into a big bun to have it in place. She combed it for it was wavy because of the style she had the entire day. Nighttime was her only time to allow her hair to breathe. As she was looking her self in the mirror, she saw her door opened. It was silhouette at first because her lights where turned off and only the light coming from her open windows lit her figure. The silhouette clicked the switch of her light open and it was her father’s face that greeted her. He looked cold and emotionless.
“Father,” she called as she placed her brushed down and let her hair fall into place. She stood up and faced him. She already knew why he was visiting her. There was only one thing that he kept asking and asking. It was about the task or the m
