Amara hesitated, but she obeyed. She sat at the edge of the sofa, hands folded neatly on her lap.
Ruth smiled like a kind person, like a sister. Tell me something, Ruth said gently.
Do you want to further your education? Amore looked surprised. Yes, ma. I would love to go to the university.
It has always been my dream. Ruth leaned closer. How would you feel if I helped you travel abroad for your education?
Amara gasped. Really? You would do that for me? Of course, Ruth said with a fake smile.
You’ll attend a good public school there. Life will be better for you. You deserve more than cleaning this big house everyday.
Amore’s heart jumped with hope. Thank you, Ma. But may I ask, why are you saying all this?
Ruth’s smile slowly disappeared. Her eyes turned serious. Her voice dropped low. I need you to do something for me.
Amara blinked. What is it, Ma? Ruth looked around, then opened her handbag. She pulled out a small white packet and placed it gently into Amara’s palm.
Put this in my husband’s food. Amara stared at the packet, then looked up, confused.
Ma, what is this? Rof leaned back. It’s just something to help him get better.
He needs to relax more. I’m trying to help him. Amarus swallowed. Then why don’t you give it to him yourself, Ma?
Ruth’s face changed instantly. The sweetness vanished. Her voice turned sharp. Don’t be foolish. My husband doesn’t like taking medicine.
He’ll throw it away if he sees it. Can’t you get that, you dumb village girl?
Amara’s mouth opened slightly. The insult hit her like a slap. I I’m sorry, Ma.
She whispered. But I can’t take this. I can’t do it. Ruth stood up fast, anger flashing in her eyes.
