Technically the road was paved but it was more a case of asphalt holding together a pattern of potholes. Hafiq wasn’t driving fast but the streets were heaving with rickshaws, donkeys loaded with goods, boys pushing wheelbarrows filled with fruit, women carrying bundles on their heads and people on bicycles with loads rivalling those carried by the donkeys. “You can open your eyes now, we’ve arrived.” Hafiq was in an excellent mood. He’d enjoyed a sybaritic weekend, eaten a tray of brownies and was looking forward to carrying out his plan. Lilly was looking lovely. He’d bought her a pair of loose black trousers and a dark red long sleeved blouse that were perfectly modest but set off her colouring beautifully. The flip-flops added an eccentric touch but he was sure he would find shoes in her size in town. Although Lilly was smiling, Hafiq was aware that she was a little depressed. If she didn’t want to go home, why was she going to all this effort? He really didn’t understand why she was fighting her own wishes.
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