The next day, after cooking and watching her husband leave for the rice fields, Lika hurried to prepare herself to go to the city. She tidied her hair in front of a small mirror that had already become dull, making sure her appearance was neat enough even though her heart was in turmoil.
"I have to contact Andreas as soon as possible," she murmured softly while glancing toward the window. "I just hope I can be back before he gets suspicious."
Lika took a small dark brown bag that had begun to look worn, putting several sheets of money from the harvest and some crumpled tissues into it. Her hands trembled slightly as she closed the door of the house. There was a sense of anxiety hanging over her heart since last night—a feeling that something bad was happening to her daughter.
