Her patience wore thin as Arazhan persistently taunted her about the cockroach husband. She hit his hand, but it landed on his wounded wrist, making him wince with a pinch of pain. "Are you perhaps planning to kill me today?"
"I am sorry...I am sorry..." She apologized. "Wait here." She said, searching through yet another closet, but she didnot find what she was looking for. Where on earth could Alora have stashed it? Finally, as she opened the closet just beneath, her eyes fell upon it- the turmeric powder. "Found it!" She squealed as if she had cracked a mind-boggling mystery.
Why does she need turmeric powder? Arazhan wondered. He watched her head to another closet and grabbed a small towel which confused him again. She then led him back to the bed and motioned for him to sit down.
Although confused, he agreed.