Chapitre 137: sorrow of wives

At 9.00 p.m., Hannah sat on the porch waiting for Samuel, who hadn't returned yet. Occasionally, she swatted mosquitoes landing on her body, especially her hands, calves, and neck. She looked ahead, worried, annoyed, and curious.

"Where is he? Is he working late? Or maybe he's stopping by the supermarket to shop?" She wondered, then heard her stomach growl. "Oh, I'm so hungry... I should find something."

She got up from her chair, then walked into the house, and headed to the kitchen. The woman in the gray shirt with a black blazer opened the cupboard, finding nothing but wafer snacks in small packaging, and took one.

She then moved to the fridge, finding only one juice box in the living room.

"At least this is better," she said.

While eating the wafer, Hannah continued to wait for Samuel, occasionally sipping juice through a small straw.

"Why hasn't he returned yet? I've been waiting for too long..."