Chaos has begun.

The rain had stopped, her clothes still wet but no longer dripping with water. What was left was the windy night, the cold seeping through her skin.

Safiya didn't feel any better as she left Uncle Zurak's place. What Sheby had said came running through her mind.

Did Ahmed love her? But they had been close friends for years, how could he have loved her and not told her?

She knew she didn't want love and had a goal, but at least... She groaned, and it was almost as if it echoed in the night.

It was quiet; the path she walked was so quiet, but she knew it wasn't midnight yet. It was only because the path she was walking on had few houses but more bushes.

When she reached the tranquil water and monkey bridge that overlooked the many huts in front, she saw many of the villagers still outside, doing their thing.