Chapter 40: Sweet Lips

Aisha grimaced as she saw one of the servants milking the cow. 

Her slender legs scuffled backward even though she was in a sitting position on the ground.

"Isn't it painful for the cow? I think you're pressing it too much," Aisha blurted out as she pointed at the teats of the cow.

The servant chuckled at Aisha as she saw her reaction. "Don't worry, my lady. She is already used to it. It isn't painful for her."

"I think it's awful. I feel sorry for her. I suddenly want to thank God that I'm not a cow," she pouted as she put her palms to her cheeks. 

"Mothers also give milk to their newborns," the servant voiced out her opinion as she continued to milk the cow.

It was the next day and Aisha craved some fresh milk. Rosalia said she would get it from the stable. 

But Aisha insisted that she wanted to go there herself. 

"Mothers?" Aisha repeated back to her as she tried to think about what she was talking about.