After shedding tears for a while, Boma managed to put herself together and sat down on the immaculately tiled floor. It felt cold because of the air-conditioning.
At the same time, the burning ache on her bum intensified, so she quickly rose to her feet.
Her eyes scanned the ornately decorated bedroom. She was looking for nothing in particular. She had nothing to do and had no choice but to observe her environment.
Nothing in the fancy decor interested her. She wanted to return to her hostel but she knew she was stuck there. Slowly, she let herself wander around the room.
She saw his engineering kits stacked neatly on a large table. His books occupied a shelf with enough room left for more books. His timetable was plastered on the wall before his reading table.
Several pictures of him
