He is the witness

While about to order suddenly a voice called out to Gaitshaa.

Gaitshaa ... said a deep voice that she knew so well, she had missed but not anymore.

Instantly Gaitshaa's face turned cold. Awan continued to observe the face. That cold face seemed to show the pain and sadness that Awan had seen before.

Now Awan glanced at a middle-aged man who was approaching with a boy in his arms.

The man's face was so similar to Gaitshaa's. It was not difficult for Awan to guess who the middle-aged man with a similar face to Gaitshaa, whom he had seen 7 years ago, was.

Gaitshaa... Dear... he said again.

Mba Ishaa ... said the boy.

Who is there Gun?, ah... my granddaughter Gaitshaa... said the old granny

Ah... Gaitshaa hates it.

Gaitshaa got up from her seat, took her bag, paid for the bill that had been placed on her desk, and pulled Awan just like that without wanting to serve 3 humans whom she cruelly prayed for never to appear in front of her.