EJIMA
The boy grumbled and disappeared through the leaves.
Ejima continued to pick up the yams, not knowing why her husband would want to distract her from this work. It was his responsibility to harvest the yams, but she had opted to do it herself because the King had invited him.
Picking up some cassava leaves that had fallen, she covered her basket but paused when she heard the approaching footfalls.
"Morning rose," Someone said. Ejima's bulging stomach jutted when she heard the sweet voice.
"I was coming to meet you, my love,"
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