☆CHUNANY☆ ✔️COMPLETED

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                  {Chapter 3}
      

              《Chunany's pov》

   When I reach close to Ms Blair's cottage, upon hearing her and the woman still in the house, I went to feed the animals for the evening. After I was finished I sat down and waited at the door of the woodshed until six in the evening. No one was there when I got to the cottage and I went in and there was no food covered on the table for me.

  The small sink was filled with unwashed dishes smelling of fish, I looked in the pots on the stove but they were empty, then I looked in the fridge and did not see my three fishes. I looked around but there was nowhere else to put food, I felt very bad as I realized that they had cooked and ate my other three fishes leaving none for me. There was not even a single bread roll in the cupboards when I checked, so sadly I made some tea and drank.

  I bathe and cried silently lieing on the bed, feeling disheartened and hurt. I was roughly shaken awake and I rubbed my sleep filled eyes as I sat up on the bed, to an angry Ms Blair.

  "How dare you go to bed with the kitchen sink filled with unwashed dishes?" she asked angrily.

  I did not reply, I looked at her then got up and washed them all, I could not go back to sleep after that. So I made some more tea and drank sitting at the small table and trying not to think.

  In the morning, I made my usual thermos of tea and went with it alone, there were a a few potatoes but I didn't want to trouble anything. My days felt long and depressing as I have to stay cautious not to walk in her or anyone's way. I hung my bag with my thermos up in the woodshed and went to walk through the farms seeing if I could find any fruits. I found a few plums and an half ripe apple and I ate them, sitting down under a tree I quietly prayed to God, to help me through this.

  Two women whispered when I walked  past and I slowed behind the rabbit pen and listened to them talk about me. They said that I was a prisoner and they don't know why Rafique carried me here. The fall of someone's footstep on the wet path, made me walk around acting like I was coming from the goat pens beyond.

   The days went by uneventful, long and lonely, there was a complain from a lady two weeks later, that I did not carry any water to her house two mornings now, but I was sure I did. Mr. Cuthbert the head of the farm and her came to me as I was finishing up feeding the sheeps.

  "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm sure I carried your water, even this morning." I told her, but she was adamant that I didn't.

  So I went and fetched another bottle of water and took it to her cottage, the sun was out today shining brightly giving me a sense of strength. There was an unrest as rebels plagued some homes to the west and Rafique has been going away to try and stop it. He came back late at night sometimes and then leave early, I walked to his small hut, unlocked the door and went inside. There was a piece of paper on a ledge where I put down the key, I took it up and read it.

"Open the bucket if you get hungry R."

  I put down the paper uncertain if it was left for me. Uncertainty and curiosity warred in my head, curiosity won and I opened the bucket, a pack of peanuts, a tin of sardine, a can of tuna, a bottle of purified water, a pack of crackers and a bottle of sweetened fruit drink. Crackers was hard to get and I had only saw pictures of the sweetened bottle drink. I opened the sardine and ate some with some crackers, then opening the drink I took a delicate sip.