CHAPTER 61

I felt so betrayed. I don't want to accuse or think badly, but when I saw Yaya Karen carrying a dish, I felt furious. I think that she spread what I cooked on the floor just to pay attention to it. But why would she do that? That's the biggest question I have right now.

I want to scold her, reprimand her, or even bully her. The case was that Arkan was staring, and I didn't want him to see that, so instead of confronting Yaya Karen, I walked out and marched upstairs. I locked myself in the room and took a shower again. Put on jammies and jump on the bed.

My heart doesn't want to calm down in annoyance. It's terrifying, but I can't help it. I just buried my face in the pillow. I don't want to go down anymore, and I might not be able to stop my anger. I just hope Aldo feeds Arkan.

My face lay on the pillow for half an hour before the door opened. I turned aside and ignored Aldo. I heard his footsteps and how he took off his watch.

"I cooked and fed Arkan. He doesn't want to eat Yaya Kare