
“Nak Varo, Put your mother down there, you have to buy groceries for dinner later” Alvaro pulled his car over near the supermarket appointed by his mother Clara. They were on their way back to Clara's house.
“Bun, ara friends yes?” Clara looked back to see her mother who was ready to go down.
“Good aunt” Clara pursed her lips annoyed when she really wants to walk – ways and ...