Of course, the families themselves won’t be taking buses themselves. They arrived at the bus-stop shortly, near the end of the road. The house occupied the corner of the road, far away from the main road, which made Malee wondered how she got lost from her usual routine years ago. It might have been the heavy rain that day or her back sore from the beatings she received her father the night previous night but that it brought her to the house , Mary, Michael and the twins.

She smiled remembering that day and the incident between the car and her cart and Michael must have noticed her sudden smile.

“What are you smiling? The stop is next. Press the bell.” said Michael. Malee snapped out of her memories and managed to press the bell and both of them got off the bus in a hurry. Of course, the bus driver, knowing the area well, won’t be asking them to rush. He was driving the only bus to the area where the company’s director lived as well. He watched as a man a lady got off from his bus in a hurry with arrays of plastic bags in their hands. He sighed at the extravagance of them as he closed the door and looked back in the mirror to find the bus empty of passengers as he expected.

Malee and Michael crossed the street from the bus-stop to the house, passing by the security guards at the gate.

“Ok. I will put the equipment at the storehouse and meet you for dinner later.” said Michael as he left Malee walking back to the servant’s house with the rest of the plastic bags wondering if she was going to be in trouble for what happened earlier in the morning.