
Gita sat opposite Jaya and ate her noodles in silence. Both are immersed in their own thoughts. Gita was thinking about Harris coming home with Karin and Jaya recalling a fuzzy story the other day.
“According to you .. Why did Mr Harris have to go home with the woman? There is no driver who can pick up. I'm still pissed off until now.” Gita looked at Jaya with one hand against her chin.
Gita. ...