Her body was trembling uncontrollably, like someone shaking in fear, or like someone drenched in heavy rain and shivering from the cold.
Slowly, she approached the door to the room. A single glance at her face would reveal that she was deeply troubled. Not just troubled, but also in great distress. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if filled with smoke, and tears welled up in them.
With a trembling hand, she drew back the curtain of the room and entered, greeting the occupants as she did so.
Goggo Marka, who was seated and busy spinning thread, quickly looked up at her. With a scowl and a glare, she returned to her spinning. Mareeya, standing there trembling, felt her heart sink at the look Marka gave her. She had anticipated this reaction. Marka's scowling and glaring seemed ingrained in her. Whenever Mareeya came to her, this was the treatment she received, and she didn't understand why. She sighed, as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Goggo, Umma has been unwell since last night..."
Marka gave her a sharp look before putting down her spinning. She rested her chin on her hand, as if mourning, and stared intensely at Mareeya before sighing deeply.
"And so, you think just because she's unwell, I'm the one who made her sick? Mareeya, what kind of foolish girl are you? You always display the same ignorance as your mother and her ancestors. Are you really going to continue like this?"
Tears welled up in Mareeya's eyes again as she sighed.
"Please forgive me, Goggo..."
"Shut your mouth and get out of my sight before I get up and slap you. Just standing there, daughter of fools, oh people! God protect me from such madness. Me, Marka, here having to deal with a helpless, trembling girl like you, always coming to tell me about your sick mother. What do you expect me to do about it?"
Mareeya felt herself wilting, almost collapsing to the ground. By this time, tears were streaming down her face as she clasped her hands together, her mouth trembling.
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