CHAPTER 8

Mila took a step back and sighed. Arthur turned too but she was not going to wait. The sun had risen properly now, and she could see Rah coming down towards her hut with a plate in his hands.

"I will go now," Mila spoke and went to her hut, leaving Arthur stunned.

"Wait," he shouted, agitated.

"What?" Mila turned but didn't reply. Even Arthur was speechless. He was trying to make out her face, she could tell.

"Good you are awake and alive," Rah laughed as he approached Mila. "And why are you covered in mud again, you are exceptionally beautiful without it, did you know?"

As Mila shrugged, he added, "I am glad you are not stinking today." He went inside the hut and place the plate on the counter.

"Yesterday I was covered in sewer mud, you know," Mila laughed as he came back out to talk to her. "Today, of your land."

"Ah, our land... it smells the best," Rah grinned and inhaled heavily to glance around the beautiful horizon, but felt his breath hitch as he saw Arthur standing there.

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