Chapter 12

The scattered items are diverse, even including leftover food wrappers. However, one item caught my attention. A pink lace-edged women's underwear had fallen to the parking lot floor. Whose was it? I had never felt like it was mine.

Suddenly, Chandra glanced at me, swiftly returning all the items to the bag.

"Wait, what was that pink thing?" I asked, trying to grab the bag, but Chandra quickly hid it behind his back.

"Oh, this... it's nothing, dear. Just a cleaning cloth," he stammered.

"Just a cleaning cloth? Give me the bag, I want to get my sandals. Why did you put it back?" I tried to persuade him to give me the bag.

"It seems your sandals are worn out and not worth using, dear. Let's just buy new ones."

With his right hand, Chandra opened the trunk of his car, which had been closed earlier, trying to put the bag back in. Just as deftly, I snatched the bag from him. As a result, a scene ensued where we both fought for the bag, like two children fighting over an ice cream. Goodness