The next day Ibha woke up and realized that Samuel had left. She looked around for a note or some message that he might have left but in vain.
“Damn, I forgot to ask about the Johnsons!” she sulked. “I hope he is alright….Wherever he took off to…” She sighed.
“The jerk didn’t even find it necessary to tell me where he went,” She made a face and looked at the time. “Oh fish!” She gasped. Ibha was running late.
She hurriedly freshened up and rushed to commence her daily chores in the house. She began kneading the dough in the kitchen when suddenly her gaze fell on the table that was spread with dishes fit for a king.
“Who made all of these?” she stared at the table across the kitchen and stopped what she was doing.
“I did, doesn’t it look appetising? Ever since Armande has come I’ve g
