AMAL
Twenty minutes later, the food arrives. I know that because Sophia has been whining about how long they were taking and blah.
I haven’t decided yet if I like her. She might be nice, who knows. But it’s mighty nice of her to not even give me so much as a second glance although she invited me. It makes me feel better because Aahil doesn’t receive a better treatment either.
Maybe as he said, she doesn’t like anyone. Except for her husband. She is obsessed with him, I think. Don’t get me wrong, she’s treating him like he’s her slave. But she also constantly keeps talking to him.
Like now, for instance. “Look at this!” She presents her wrist to him for inspection. “I have mosquito bites just because you wanted to sit outside.”
She doesn’t let the waiters put the food on our table. N
