"Wow," Anisha said finally and turned to look at Nhel.
He only paused on his food, munching softly.
The King released a hearty laughter.
"I can see you're surprised by this feast," he released another laughter. "She learnt that from her mother. Her mother was more delicious."
"Grandpa," Jasmine whined.
Anisha couldn't help but wonder where was her mother. She didn't think it was a good time to ask.
"Nhel, how is Anisha's cooking?" Jasmine asked.
Nhel paused and turned to her.
"There hasn't been any chance for Anisha to cook."
Anisha subconsciously heaved a breath at his response; she was thankful to him. Obviously, no embarrassment was needed.
They finished eating; finally, the night ascended.
Anisha smiled and laid on the bed, wondering if Nhel would come.
At midnight, Anisha rolled her head disturbed.
A being looking nothing less than the devil, with two horns, red eyes and claws dripping with blood.
