SASHA.
“Damn! I thought I had gotten it,” I muttered, plucking the ripe mango with the tall stick in my hand. “Help me push the table a bit to the side, I think I'll be able to get it then,” I added, dropping down the table with a huff.
“Gimbiya, please allow us to pluck the mangoes for you and…”
“No, no,” I shook my head, blowing a stray hair from my face with my mouth. My curls were slowly returning, which was what I was used to. So, I styled it into a simple bun earlier this morning, and left two strands dangling on my forehead, a decision I was currently regretting seeing how much the strands bothered my little activity.
Plucking mangoes.
“I don't get to do anything around here, Saude. It's okay, I am fine. I can handle plucking my own mangoes,” I answered, facing the maid. She wa
