Call and Terror

It was late evening. Our stay with these nomadic people had extended mostly because being lost in the forest had been overly exhausting for Rehana and me.

Now sitting in one of the small huts, we smiled as two kind ladies who were accompanying us. The hut comprised of nothing but some sofas and a small bed. There was even a portable switch that had allowed Rehana to recharge her phone. 

Sitting on the sofa set, the ladies began tells us stories about the places they had visited and how many wonderful sites they had seen. I wanted to call my mother and assure her about my safety, but Rehana'