
Nizma's face still looks sour. Not usually beautiful women who wear a pink syar'i hijab display a face like that in the morning.
Even so Nizma did not forget her duty as a wife serving her husband. He took out a Bagas plate and put rice and side dishes on it.
"Thank you dear." said Bagas with a smile.
"Mom this is your milk." Aunt gave Nizma a glass of milk.
Seeing the milk on the table made Nizma remember the incident last night....