Love Contract
After wandering on farms for an hour, I returned and sat at the dining table as I'm hell hungry now.
Laxmi aunty served me my favourite Indian food, curry. I licked my lower lip and I filled the spoon, but what the heck? As soon as the aroma of the curry filled my nostrils, I was about to puke out.
I controlled and drop down the spoon getting up from my seat. I asked, "Aunty, I don't want to eat curry, will you take it back?"
These Indian ladies, all are similar. She was gawking at my corpse from tip to toe placing her hands on her hip. Her age is above fifty, and the way she was gawking at me, I think she caught my secret.
Bab Populer