Chapter 80

I wake up to the sweet aroma of food. Rising from where I lay on the dusty ground, I move toward the direction of the scent. To my amazement, I found Massa. I rub my eyes in disbelief, but there he is, in my cell with me, and he's brought food.

"You didn't show up for two days," I accuse him, scratching my itchy skin.

Massa smiles, displaying his pearly whites. "I was going to make it five days," he says with a laugh.

"What do you have there?"

"Food. It's yours."

He hands me the polythene bag. I open it, taking out the plate of food inside. I sit on the ground, devouring the food hungrily, and then chug down the bottle of water he got me.

"Thank you."

"You should thank Sia. He's the one who made it."

I resist the urge to vomit. "If you had told me he made that, I wouldn't have eaten it."

"So you prefer to starve? Crinka, you can't stay mad at him forever."

"I can. I have every right to be mad at him. He's the r