The air was thick with the roar of the crowd at the village soccer tournament. Dust kicked up from the field as the local teams clashed, drawing spectators from every corner of the district.
Andra, Aletta's youngest brother, had just stepped off the pitch. Sweat soaked his jersey, clinging to his skin, but a grin of pure satisfaction cut through the grime. His team had secured their spot in tomorrow's round.
He headed toward a small roadside stall where his friends were gathering to rest. But someone was already there, waiting.
Mrs. Lydia. She had been tracking his movement since the moment he arrived.
"You know your sister was at the clinic earlier, playing nurse to Yusril?" Mrs. Lydia's voice was sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.
"What do you mean?" Andra frowned, wiping his face with a towel.
