Seeing that her daughter looked unusual, Kumala immediately knocked on Lisa's door gently. One knock and there was no answer.
Kumala was getting more and more suspicious. Could it be that Lisa was sick? Two more knocks and still no answer.
"Lisa, are you okay, dear? I made your favorite rib soup! Come on, let's eat!"
Lisa didn't dare go out and eat at home. She knew that if she ate something pungent like rib soup, she would definitely vomit and raise her mother's suspicion even more.
"Mom, I've eaten out earlier. You eat alone. I'm tired from walking around the park!" Lisa exclaimed loudly from inside her room.
"Lisa, I can't finish all this rib soup alone. Besides, why didn't you tell me that you've eaten out?" Kumala asked, seemingly a little annoyed.