HOLDING the red basket in one hand, Basha followed Mutya as they round the small grocery store in Kalayaan market.
Like what she told her yesterday, she waited for her in the marketplace. Basha was here before seven in the morning. And she saw her beautiful mate just right on time.
Mutya was dragging the familiar rusty trolley in one hand.
She watched the petite woman grabbed the items from the display. She noticed that Mutya only get the essentials.
“How many times do you do the groceries?”
“Once every week.”
“Can I come with you every time you run some errand like this?”
After placing three extra-large boxes of cheese in the basket she was holding, Mutya raised her eyes to meet her gray orbs.
“Don’t you have work?”
“I have work. They call me whenever I have to be in the off
