Be-Ho-Mi went behind the chieftain’s hut. She called De-Ne-Aa in a hushed tone. De-Ne-Aa was in her bed, exhausted and in deep slumber.
Be-Ho-Mi took a long leaf from the bloodwood tree and touched De-Ne-Aa’s cheeks with it. De-Ne-Aa flipped it over with her hand in her sleep. Be-Ho-Mi really wanted De-Ne-Aa to be awake, and she continued to move the leaf over De-Ne-Aa’s face. De-Ne-Aa woke up with a groan. She realized the leaf moving over her face. She opened her eyes to know where the leaf is coming from. She saw a hand holding the leaf and behind the hand, she saw the person vaguely. She couldn’t recognize the person in the darkness. “Who is it?” De-Ne-Aa asked in a low voice before yawning.
“It is me, chenyya, Be-Ho-Mi.”
De-Ne-Aa knew her. Be-Ho-Mi is her maid and also her secret
