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07/01/2026

FORCED TO MARRY A CRIPPLE

EPISODE 14
Written by: Stories by Ndive

Morning came too quickly.

Before the first light of the sun touched the sky, Ngeh was already awake. She sat quietly on her thin mat, staring at the old wedding dress lying beside her. Her heart felt heavy, and her stomach twisted with fear.

Today was the day.

Her wedding day.

But instead of joy, her chest was filled with worry.

She slowly stood up and put on the faded dress. The cloth felt rough against her skin, and the loose threads scratched her arms. When she finished dressing, she looked at herself in a small broken mirror hanging on the wall.

For a moment, she did not recognize herself.

She looked like a bride… but not a happy one.

Tears filled her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

“I must be strong,” she whispered softly.

Just then, Mrs. Fanven’s loud voice came from outside.

“Ngeh! Hurry up! We do not have all day!”

Ngeh took a deep breath and stepped out of her room.

In the yard, a few neighbors had gathered. Some watched quietly, whispering to each other. Others shook their heads with pity.

Caroline and Samantha stood nearby, dressed in bright clothes, smiling proudly as if they were the ones getting married.

Caroline leaned toward Samantha and whispered, “Look at her face. She looks like she is going to cry.”

Samantha covered her mouth, laughing softly.

“She should cry,” she replied. “Her new life will be miserable.”

Ngeh heard their words, but she kept her head down.

Mr. Fanven stepped forward and clapped his hands loudly.

“It is time,” he announced.

A small old car waited outside the gate. Ngeh climbed in slowly, her hands shaking. Mrs. Fanven followed behind her, while Caroline and Samantha squeezed in beside them.

No one spoke during the ride.

The road felt long and quiet.

Soon, they arrived at the small village church.

The church looked simple, with old wooden benches and faded walls. A few villagers were already seated inside, watching with curious eyes.

At the front of the church, the cripple sat on a chair.

He wore clean but simple clothes. His crutches rested beside him. His face looked calm, but his eyes searched the room until they found Ngeh.

When their eyes met, something quiet passed between them.

Respect.

Understanding.

Ngeh felt her heart beat faster, but she also felt a small sense of comfort seeing his gentle face.

Mrs. Fanven pushed her forward slightly.

“Go,” she whispered sharply.

Ngeh walked slowly down the narrow aisle.

Each step felt heavy.

Whispers filled the church.

“Poor girl…”

“Why would they do this to her?”

Some people shook their heads, feeling sorry for her.

Finally, she reached the front and stood beside the cripple.

He looked at her carefully.

“You look tired,” he said softly, so only she could hear.

Ngeh gave a small nod.

“I am alright,” she whispered back.

The pastor stepped forward and opened his book.

“We are gathered here today,” he began, “to join this man and this woman in marriage.”

Ngeh swallowed hard.

Her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

The pastor continued speaking, but his voice sounded distant in her ears. Her mind felt cloudy with fear and uncertainty.

Then came the moment she feared most.

“Do you, Ngeh, take this man to be your husband?” the pastor asked gently.

The room fell silent.

All eyes turned toward her.

Her heart pounded loudly inside her chest.

For a moment, she could not speak.

She remembered her hard life in her uncle’s house… the endless work… the harsh words… the loneliness.

Then she looked at the cripple.

His eyes were calm and kind.

Slowly, she took a deep breath.

“Yes,” she said softly.

Her voice was quiet but clear.

The pastor nodded and turned to the cripple.

“Do you take Ngeh to be your wife?”

The cripple did not hesitate.

“Yes,” he replied firmly.

A quiet murmur passed through the church.

The pastor smiled gently.

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The words echoed through the small church.

It was done.

Ngeh was now married.

Caroline and Samantha exchanged proud smiles, satisfied that their plan had worked.

Mrs. Fanven sighed with relief.

Mr. Fanven folded his arms, looking pleased.

But as Ngeh stood beside her new husband, something unexpected happened.

The cripple leaned slightly closer to her and spoke in a low voice.

“Do not be afraid,” he whispered gently. “Your life will not always be this hard.”

Ngeh blinked in surprise.

There was something strong and confident in his voice… something she had never heard before.

And deep inside her heart, a small spark of hope began to glow… even as she stepped into a future full of unknown surprises.

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TBC…..

07/01/2026

The Man Who Waited

EPISODE 15
Written by: Stories by Ndive

The crying did not stop that day.

It echoed through the village like a sad song that no one could silence. Mothers sat on the ground, holding pieces of cloth that once belonged to their sons. Fathers stood quietly, staring into the distance, their faces heavy with pain.

The son sat near the doorway, watching Mara.

She had not moved from where she fell earlier. Her hands were still pressed against the ground, her shoulders shaking as tears fell without rest.

“My son…” she whispered again and again. “My son…”

Sena felt a deep pain inside his chest. He had seen fear before. He had seen fire and danger. But this kind of pain was different. This pain stayed. It did not pass quickly.

“Father,” his son said softly, “I wish I could help her.”

Tando stood beside him, his face calm but filled with quiet sadness.

“You are helping,” he said gently.

His son frowned. “How?”

“By being here,” Tando replied. “By caring.”

Sena looked back at Mara. Other women sat beside her now, trying to comfort her. Some held her hands. Some wiped her tears. But nothing seemed to ease her pain.

Just then, the rider who brought the news stepped forward again.

“There is more,” he said quietly.

The villagers turned toward him, their hearts already heavy.

“What more?” Chief Bako asked carefully.

The rider swallowed before speaking.

“The war is not over,” he said. “More men may be needed.”

A wave of fear spread through the crowd.

“But… our young men are gone,” someone said weakly.

The rider nodded. “Yes,” he said. “That is why the king may call for older men next.”

A deep silence fell.

Even the wind seemed to stop.

Sena’s eyes widened as he turned slowly toward his father.

Older men.

That meant Tando.

“Father…” Sena whispered, his voice trembling. “Does that mean… they could take you?”

Tando looked at him calmly.

“Yes,” he said simply.

The words felt like a sharp stone hitting Sena’s chest.

“No,” Sena said quickly, shaking his head. “No, that cannot happen.”

Tando placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“We do not know yet,” he said.

But Sena could feel fear rising inside him.

Not the kind of fear from fire.

Not the kind of fear from loud noise.

This was quiet fear.

The kind that stayed inside your heart.

Mara slowly lifted her head, her eyes swollen from crying.

“They already took my son,” she whispered. “Must they take more?”

No one answered her.

Because no one had an answer.

That evening, the village gathered again, but this time there was no talk of wisdom, no talk of patience.

Only worry.

Chief Bako stood in the center, speaking slowly.

“We must prepare,” he said. “If the king calls again, we must be ready.”

Some men lowered their heads.

Some looked toward their families.

Some looked toward the road, as if expecting soldiers to appear at any moment.

Sena sat quietly beside Tando as the sun began to set.

The sky turned deep orange again, just like the night of the fire. But this time, there were no flames, only fear burning inside their hearts.

“Father,” Sena said quietly, “are you afraid?”

Tando thought for a moment.

“Yes,” he answered honestly.

Sena blinked. “You are?”

Tando nodded. “Courage does not mean you feel no fear,” he said. “It means you stand even when fear is there.”

Sena listened carefully.

“But what if they take you?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

Tando looked at the fading sun.

“Then we will face that day when it comes,” he said.

Sena lowered his head.

All his life, he had watched his father stay calm through every trouble. But now, for the first time, he felt the fear of losing him.

And deep inside, he began to understand something new

Patience was not only about waiting for good things.

Sometimes…

It was about standing strong when loss felt very close.

TBC....

07/01/2026

FORCED TO MARRY A CRIPPLE

EPISODE 15
Written by: Stories by Ndive

The wedding ended quietly, but the feeling inside Ngeh’s heart was loud and heavy.

Villagers slowly stood up from their seats and began walking out of the church. Some looked at Ngeh with pity, while others whispered among themselves.

“Poor girl,” one old woman murmured. “She did not deserve this.”

Ngeh heard the words but kept her eyes down. She did not want to cry in front of everyone.

Beside her, her new husband held his crutches firmly and slowly stood up. His movements were careful but steady. When he turned to her, his face looked calm, almost peaceful.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked gently.

Ngeh nodded slightly.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Outside the church, the bright sun shone in the sky, but it did not warm Ngeh’s heart. She stood beside her husband while Mr. and Mrs. Fanven spoke quietly with a few villagers.

Caroline and Samantha stood nearby, smiling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

Caroline stretched her arms happily.

“At last,” she whispered to Samantha. “She is no longer our problem.”

Samantha nodded proudly.

“Yes,” she replied. “Now our lives will finally begin.”

Their laughter sounded sharp and cold.

After a short while, Mr. Fanven walked toward Ngeh with a serious face.

“Come,” he ordered. “We are returning home.”

Ngeh felt confused.

Returning home?

But before she could ask, Mrs. Fanven spoke quickly.

“You must pack your things,” she said. “You cannot remain in our house now that you are married.”

The words struck Ngeh like a strong wind.

She swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

“Yes, Auntie.”

Soon, they climbed into the same small car and drove back to the Fanven house. The journey felt silent and tense. No one spoke.

When they reached the house, Ngeh stepped out slowly. The yard looked the same as always, but today it felt different.

Today… she did not belong there anymore.

Mrs. Fanven pointed toward the back of the house.

“Go and pack your things,” she ordered.

Ngeh walked quietly into her small room.

The room looked empty and cold. Her thin mat lay on the floor, and her few clothes were folded neatly in a small corner.

This was all she owned.

She knelt down and began packing her clothes into a small old bag. Her hands moved slowly, and tears rolled silently down her cheeks.

This room had held her pain for many years.

Now she was leaving it behind.

When she finished packing, she stood up and looked around the room one last time.

“Goodbye,” she whispered softly.

Then she walked back outside.

Her husband waited near the gate, leaning on his crutches. His face looked calm, but his eyes watched her carefully.

Mrs. Fanven stepped forward and pointed toward the road.

“You may leave now,” she said coldly.

Her voice carried no kindness, no warmth.

Caroline and Samantha stood behind her, smiling proudly.

“Do not come back,” Caroline added sharply.

“Yes,” Samantha said with a mocking grin. “This house is not your home anymore.”

Their words felt painful, but Ngeh stayed silent.

She lowered her head and held her small bag tightly.

For a moment, she looked at the house.

So many years of suffering lived within those walls.

Yet still… it had been the only place she knew.

Now she was stepping into the unknown.

Her husband moved closer to her.

“Come,” he said gently.

Ngeh nodded.

Side by side, they began walking down the dusty road.

Behind them, Caroline and Samantha laughed happily, while Mr. and Mrs. Fanven watched with satisfied faces.

They believed their plan had worked perfectly.

They believed Ngeh’s life would now be filled with poverty and struggle.

But as Ngeh walked beside her husband, she noticed something strange.

Even though he used crutches, his movements looked steady and confident.

Not weak.

Not helpless.

Confident.

She glanced at him quietly, curiosity growing inside her heart.

Something about him did not feel ordinary.

As they continued walking, the road stretched ahead of them, long and quiet.

Ngeh tightened her grip on her bag.

Her old life was behind her.

Her new life had just begun.

But far behind them, inside the Fanven house, Caroline suddenly spoke with excitement.

“Now that she is gone,” she said happily, “the next rich man who comes will surely choose one of us.”

Mrs. Fanven smiled proudly.

“Yes,” she replied. “Our daughters will soon marry wealthy men.”

They laughed together, dreaming of riches and comfort.

But none of them knew that their joy would not last long… and that the very girl they chased away would soon become the reason for their deepest regret.

TBC….

07/01/2026

FORCED TO MARRY A CRIPPLE

EPISODE 16
Written by: Stories by Ndive

The sun was already setting when Ngeh and her husband reached the place where he lived.

They had walked for a long time along the dusty road. Ngeh’s feet hurt, and her small bag felt heavier with each step. Still, she did not complain. She followed quietly beside him, watching carefully as he moved with his crutches.

At last, he stopped.

“We are here,” he said gently.

Ngeh lifted her eyes and looked ahead.

Before her stood a small hut made of old wood and mud. The roof looked worn, and the walls showed signs of age. It was simple and poor, but it stood firmly on the ground.

Her heart tightened slightly.

This was now her home.

She swallowed hard but forced herself to stay calm.

“Yes,” she whispered softly.

Her husband pushed open the wooden door slowly. It made a soft creaking sound as it opened.

“Come inside,” he said kindly.

Ngeh stepped into the hut.

Inside, the room was small but neat. A wooden bed stood in one corner, covered with a clean cloth. A small table rested near the wall, holding a clay cup and a metal plate. There was also a cooking area at the back with neatly arranged firewood.

Though the house was poor, it was clean.

That surprised her.

She had expected dirt and disorder, but everything looked carefully placed.

“You keep your home very neat,” she said quietly.

Her husband smiled slightly.

“I try my best,” he replied.

Ngeh placed her small bag down and slowly looked around again. A strange feeling entered her heart.

This place was not grand… but it felt peaceful.

Very peaceful.

Her husband sat down carefully on the wooden chair and rested his crutches beside him.

“You must be tired,” he said gently.

Ngeh nodded.

“Yes,” she admitted softly.

Her body felt weak after the long day. But even in her tiredness, she noticed something important.

He had not shouted at her.

He had not given harsh orders.

He had spoken kindly since morning.

That alone felt new to her.

She tied her scarf tighter and moved toward the cooking area.

“I will prepare food,” she said quietly.

Her husband looked surprised.

“You do not have to rush,” he replied.

But Ngeh shook her head gently.

“I want to,” she said. “It is my duty now.”

She began arranging the cooking pots, checking what little food was available. There were only a few items, some rice, dry vegetables, and salt.

Still, she worked carefully.

As she cooked, the sound of the fire crackling filled the small hut. The warm smell of food soon spread into the air.

Her husband watched her silently.

He noticed how carefully she worked.

How neatly she arranged everything.

How she did not complain even once.

Inside his heart, respect for her grew stronger.

After some time, Ngeh placed the food into two plates and carried one toward him.

“Here,” she said softly.

He accepted the plate and looked at her with quiet gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said warmly.

Those simple words made Ngeh pause.

She was not used to hearing gratitude.

Back in her uncle’s house, her work was never praised.

Never noticed.

They ate quietly together.

The silence between them did not feel heavy. Instead, it felt calm.

After finishing the meal, Ngeh collected the plates and washed them carefully.

As she worked, her husband spoke again.

“Ngeh,” he called gently.

She turned toward him.

“Yes?”

He watched her for a moment before speaking.

“You are safe here,” he said softly.

The words surprised her.

Safe.

That was a word she had not felt in many years.

Her eyes softened slightly.

“Thank you,” she replied quietly.

For the first time in a long while, her heart felt a small sense of peace.

Night slowly covered the land outside. Crickets began to chirp, and the cool air entered through the small window.

Ngeh spread a mat on the floor and prepared the bed.

Her husband watched her carefully, deep in thought.

There was something he wanted to say… but he held the words back.

Not yet.

Soon, very soon, the truth about his life would begin to show.

But for now, he wanted to observe her… to see if her kindness was real.

As Ngeh lay down on her mat that night, she closed her eyes slowly.

Her body felt tired, but her heart felt calmer than before.

She did not know what tomorrow would bring.

But deep inside, a quiet feeling told her that this small hut… this simple life… was only the beginning of something much bigger than she could imagine.

TBC……..

07/01/2026

The Man Who Waited
EPISODE 16
Written by: Stories by Ndive

The next morning felt heavier than the ones before.

No drums sounded. No riders came. No news arrived. But the fear remained, sitting quietly inside every home like an unwelcome guest.

Sena woke early, though he had barely slept. His eyes felt tired, and his chest felt tight. The thought of soldiers coming again would not leave his mind.

He stepped outside slowly, testing his leg. It was stronger now, though not fully healed. He could walk better, but he still felt a small pain with each step.

Across the yard, Tando was already awake, feeding his donkey and the two wild donkeys.

The animals looked calm, chewing quietly as if nothing in the world had changed.

Sena watched them for a moment.

“Father,” he called softly.

Tando turned and smiled gently. “You are awake early.”

Sena nodded. “I could not sleep.”

Tando did not ask why. He already knew.

The whole village felt the same.

Women spoke in soft voices. Children stayed close to their mothers. Even the elders, who once laughed loudly in the mornings, now spoke with quiet worry.

No one trusted the silence.

Because silence sometimes came before trouble.

Later that morning, Chief Bako walked through the village, calling the men together.

“All men who are strong enough,” he said, “come to the center.”

Sena’s heart began to beat faster.

Tando wiped his hands and walked calmly toward the gathering place.

Sena followed behind him, limping slightly but refusing to stay back.

When they reached the center, many older men were already there. Some looked strong. Some looked tired. All of them looked worried.

Chief Bako stood before them, holding a long wooden staff.

“We do not yet know if the soldiers will return,” he said. “But we must not wait in fear. We must prepare.”

One man raised his hand. “Prepare for what?”

“For whatever comes,” Chief Bako replied.

Another man spoke. “But how do we prepare for war when our young men are gone?”

Chief Bako paused, then pointed toward the fields.

“We prepare by staying strong,” he said. “By protecting what remains. By helping one another.”

The men nodded slowly.

Sena looked at his father’s face.

Tando stood still, listening carefully, his expression calm but serious.

For a moment, Sena felt proud.

But fear still sat inside his chest.

After the meeting, the men began small tasks around the village. Some repaired fences. Some cleared burned trees. Some dug shallow trenches around the edges of the village to stop fire or slow danger.

Sena tried to help where he could.

He carried small pieces of wood. He gathered dry leaves. Though his leg still hurt, he did not complain.

“Rest,” Tando told him once.

“I can still work,” Sena replied.

Tando studied him for a moment, then nodded.

“You are learning,” he said.

Sena smiled slightly at those words.

But as the sun climbed higher into the sky, something strange happened.

The donkeys became restless.

The donkey lifted his head suddenly, his ears standing tall.

The two wild donkeys began pulling lightly at their ropes.

Sena noticed first.

“Father,” he said quietly, “they feel something.”

Tando walked closer to the animals. He placed his hand gently on his donkey's neck.

The donkey snorted softly and stared toward the distant road.

Tando followed its gaze.

A long line of dust was rising far away.

Thin at first.

Then growing thicker.

Sena’s heart jumped.

“Father…” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Look.”

More villagers began to notice too.

They stopped working.

They turned toward the road.

The dust cloud moved slowly… but steadily.

Everyone knew what it meant.

Hoofbeats.

Many of them.

Mara stepped forward, her face pale.

“Not again…” she whispered.

Chief Bako shaded his eyes with his hand, staring hard into the distance.

The dust grew larger.

Closer.

Clearer.

Fear returned like a cold wind through the village.

Sena grabbed his father’s arm.

“Father,” he said quietly, “they are coming back.”

Tando remained still, watching the road.

“Yes,” he said softly.

And this time…

No one knew what they would take next.

TBC......

07/01/2026

The Man Who Waited
EPISODE 17
Written by: Stories by Ndive

The dust cloud grew larger with every passing moment.

Hoofbeats echoed across the dry land, growing louder and louder until the ground itself seemed to shake. The villagers stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the road.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Only the sound of approaching horses filled the air.

Sena’s hand tightened around his father’s arm.

“Father…” he whispered, his voice shaking. “What should we do?”

Tando remained calm, though his face was serious.

“We stand,” he said quietly.

Soon, the soldiers came into view.

Their uniforms were dusty. Their faces looked tired and hard. Some carried weapons on their backs. Others rode tall horses that snorted loudly as they slowed near the village.

The same fear from before returned—but stronger.

Mara stepped back, holding her chest tightly. Tears filled her eyes again as memories of losing her son rushed back.

Chief Bako stepped forward, though his legs looked heavy.

“Welcome,” he said carefully, trying to keep his voice steady. “Why have you returned?”

The leader of the soldiers rode forward slowly. His face was stern, but not cruel.

“By order of the king,” he announced loudly, “we have returned to call more men.”

A deep murmur spread through the villagers.

Some women began crying even before the next words came.

“All men strong enough to fight,” the soldier continued, “must come forward.”

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Painful.

Chief Bako looked back at the older men standing behind him.

Slowly, one man stepped forward.

Then another.

And another.

Their faces showed fear, but also courage.

Sena’s heart pounded wildly as he watched.

Then…

Tando stepped forward.

Sena gasped.

“Father!” he cried, grabbing his arm. “No!”

Tando turned to look at him.

His eyes were calm, but deep with understanding.

“It is time,” he said softly.

Sena shook his head quickly. “No, it cannot be time! You cannot go!”

Tears filled his eyes before he could stop them.

“You are all I have,” Sena said, his voice breaking.

Tando placed both hands on Sena’s shoulders.

“Listen to me,” he said gently.

Sena looked up at him, breathing fast.

“You remember when Nuru ran away?” Tando asked.

Sena nodded slowly.

“You remember when the wild donkeys came?” Tando continued.

“Yes,” Sena whispered.

“And when your leg was broken?” Tando asked.

Sena swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Tando gave a small nod.

“We did not understand those moments at first,” he said. “But time showed us their meaning.”

Sena felt tears roll down his cheeks.

“But this is different,” he said. “This is you.”

Tando smiled gently.

“Every day is different,” he said. “That is why we must trust.”

The soldier’s voice broke through the moment.

“All men, step forward now!”

More men moved toward the center.

Mara cried loudly as her husband stepped forward too. She held his arm tightly, begging him not to go.

Chief Bako himself stepped forward as well, standing tall despite his age.

Sena felt his heart beating so hard it hurt.

He grabbed his father again.

“Please,” he whispered. “Do not leave me.”

Tando pulled him into a firm embrace.

For a moment, the world felt still.

“You are stronger than you think,” Tando whispered into his ear.

Sena closed his eyes, holding tightly to him.

“I am afraid,” he admitted.

“I am too,” Tando replied softly.

That answer surprised Sena.

“You are?” he asked.

Tando nodded.

“But courage,” he said quietly, “means walking even when fear is beside you.”

The soldiers began counting the men who stepped forward.

One by one.

Slowly.

Carefully.

The village watched in silence.

And deep inside Sena’s heart, fear mixed with something else

A question he could not answer yet.

Would this moment be another loss…

Or another hidden step toward something greater?

TBC.....

07/01/2026

FORCED TO MARRY A CRIPPLE

EPISODE 17
Written by: Stories by Ndive

Morning came gently, with soft sunlight slipping through the small window of the hut.

Ngeh woke up slowly, feeling the cool air on her face. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then she remembered, she was no longer in her uncle’s house.

She was in her husband’s home.

She quickly sat up and looked around. The hut was quiet and peaceful. No shouting. No angry voices calling her name.

Just silence.

She listened carefully and heard the soft sound of movement outside. She stood up, tied her scarf, and stepped out of the hut.

Her husband was already outside, sitting on a low wooden stool. His crutches leaned beside him. He held a small knife and carefully peeled some vegetables.

When he saw her, he smiled gently.

“Good morning,” he said warmly.

Ngeh felt a small surprise in her heart.

“Good morning,” she replied softly.

She walked closer and noticed the vegetables beside him.

“You started preparing food?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Yes,” he replied calmly. “I thought you should rest today. Yesterday was a long day.”

Ngeh blinked in surprise.

No one had ever told her to rest before.

Not once.

She quickly shook her head.

“No, I am fine,” she said. “Let me help.”

Without waiting, she knelt beside him and began arranging the vegetables neatly.

For a moment, they worked together in silence. The sound of birds singing filled the air around them.

After some time, her husband spoke again.

“Ngeh,” he said gently.

She looked up.

“Yes?”

He studied her face carefully.

“You work very hard,” he said. “Did you always work like this in your uncle’s house?”

Ngeh paused.

Her hands slowed.

She did not like talking about her past, but his calm voice made her feel safe enough to answer.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “Every day.”

He watched her closely.

“What kind of work did you do?” he asked.

Ngeh took a deep breath.

“I woke up before sunrise,” she began slowly. “I swept the yard, cooked food, washed clothes, fetched water, and cleaned the house.”

She lowered her eyes as she spoke.

“Caroline and Samantha did not work,” she added softly. “They rested while I did everything.”

Her husband felt a tight feeling inside his chest as he listened.

“Did they treat you kindly?” he asked gently.

Ngeh shook her head slowly.

“No,” she replied.

Her voice became softer.

“They shouted at me often,” she continued. “Sometimes they laughed at me. When good things came into the house, I was always left out.”

She swallowed hard.

“But I stayed,” she said. “I had nowhere else to go.”

Silence filled the space between them.

Her husband placed the knife down carefully.

Inside his heart, anger slowly began to grow, not loud anger, but quiet, controlled anger.

No one deserved to be treated that way.

Especially someone as kind as Ngeh.

“You are very strong,” he said after a moment.

Ngeh shook her head quickly.

“I am not strong,” she said softly. “I only endured because I had no choice.”

Her words carried deep pain.

He looked at her with respect.

“You never complained,” he said quietly.

Ngeh gave a small sad smile.

“Complaining would not change anything,” she replied.

They finished preparing the vegetables and moved inside the hut to cook. As the fire burned, the warm light filled the room.

While the food cooked, her husband spoke again.

“Tell me,” he said gently. “Why did you help me all those times by the roadside?”

Ngeh looked surprised by the question.

She thought for a moment before answering.

“Because you were hungry,” she said simply.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

“That is all?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Yes,” she replied. “You are a human being like everyone else. You deserved kindness.”

Her simple words touched his heart deeply.

Many people had passed him every day, yet very few had shown true kindness.

But she had helped him without expecting anything in return.

At that moment, his respect for her became even stronger.

“You have a good heart,” he said quietly.

Ngeh lowered her eyes shyly.

“Thank you,” she replied softly.

They ate their meal together in calm silence.

After eating, they sat quietly for a while.

Then her husband leaned back slightly and looked at her with a thoughtful expression.

“Ngeh,” he said slowly.

She turned to face him.

“Yes?”

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

“There are things about my life… that you do not know yet,” he said in a calm voice.

Ngeh’s heart skipped a beat.

She looked at him with confusion.

“What things?” she asked softly.

He gave a small mysterious smile.

“You will know soon,” he replied.

His words left her with many questions.

What secrets was he hiding?

Why did he sound so sure?

Outside, the wind moved gently through the trees.

Inside the hut, silence filled the air.

And deep inside Ngeh’s heart, curiosity began to grow… because she could feel that her husband was not an ordinary man, and that something surprising was about to enter their simple life.

TBC…….

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