Coming Home, Disaster Part II

“You asked me when you did it, didn't you? It was back then. I still have the scar. I can show you if you don’t believe me.”

She said, then pushed her cloak off and looked like she really was going to pull her dress skirt up.

It troubled Wisana to lock her arms down urgently.

“Okay, okay, I believe you now. You don’t have to show me.” He said in a shaking voice. “I think you better not say anything more, especially not when other people are around.”

“...”

Samie was speechless, or maybe she was just shy again when Wisana’s large hands held her wrists gently.

“Oi! Why did you stop her, kid? I still wanna hear it. It's fun!”

Sander shouted from the front, making his two disciples give him a judging look.