Burned
"Let go of my hand. I need to teach this ugly woman a lesson for smudging my expensive blouse!" Luna, with her eyes closed, guessed that it was Felix who had defended her.
"She is my wife. I will pay for your loss." Luna's eyes jolted open, hearing Danish's voice behind her. It was not Felix who protected her from that woman's outrage but her own husband; was she dreaming that her heartless husband stood for her?
Danish threw that woman's hand away from Luna. "Danish…..h-how did you get here?"
"I am the one who should ask you that question. How could you be here with Felix? Did you arrange a meeting with him?"
"Danish....I can explain…,"
Danish, rather than paying attention to what Luna was trying to say, fished something out of his pants' pocket; it was a check on which he wrote an amount of money.
"Is this enough?" That woman's eyes bowled out with the amount of money written on the check that she sputtered in her response.