Slowly she moved around the bed and her bare feet touched the soft comfy rug places on the floor. Her eyes closed feeling the warmth and softness beneath her feet. She sat on the rag instead of lying on the bed and looked through the window. There was a hill far away from the mansion. There were two large trees in front of her room and an arch of Bougainville. It was of purple colour.
She doesn’t know how long she was looking at all those things and drifted to sleep on the rug itself.
Carlos called up Anthony in his meeting room who was still trying to figure out his mood.
“Your Inaya Madam is not interested in going back to her husband. Do you have anything to say?” Carlos mocked Anthony who was standing with his gaze down.
“No boss. If she had said so she must have thought about it.”
