මගේ කැල්ල 01

Friendship 01 The friendship between Vatsala and Menaka began from the day Vatsala joined Menaka's office. The friendship that began with the exchange of curry on rice paper did not take long to turn into a friendship, the main reason being that the age difference between the two was not much. Vatsala was a twenty-eight-year-old woman and she came to the office every day from her home in Kegalle. Her husband was Vajira and he worked in the Department of Wildlife. Although they had been married for two years in middle school, they did not think about having children because they both wanted to take one more step forward. Vatsala lives at home with her husband's mother, father and younger brother. Vatsala and Vajira were able to save a little money from their monthly salaries. Menaka was a thirty-year-old woman, her husband Samantha worked in a garment factory in Kiribathgoda. They were both somewhat above the middle class. Even after three years of marriage, they still had no children. Although they owned a small car, Menaka traveled to the office daily by bus, while Samantha traveled by motorbike. Since they did not have much of a family burden, they had more freedom to lead a family life. "It's very late today," Menaka placed her hands on the table and picked up her breakfast. Vatsala recognized the restlessness on her face. "What?" Vatsala wrote on the rice wrapped in a piece of paper. "Traffic jam has been at the town hall for more than half an hour," she opened the lunch box. "But your mood is different." Vatsala put more or less of her food into Menaka's lunch box. "Yes, a boy started rubbing his body against me." Menaka put the curry from her lunch box into Vatsala's kehel leaf dish. "So you were quiet.." "You can't shout on the bus, besides, the bus is full of people." After finishing their meal, the two of them washed their hands and left, with Menaka behind them. "I wonder if this wasn't the reason." Vatsala thought so because of the tight pants Menaka was wearing. Vatsala laughed involuntarily. "Why are you laughing? "Menaka asked Vatsala. "I wonder if someone on the bus didn't think so, because your pants are tight." "This is a strange country." "I don't know. It happens when you wear them too much, the ones that are in front and behind are too exposed." Vatsala showed her hips and buttocks with her eyes. "It's okay to look at them, but it's okay to come and touch them." "There's a man who has tied a woman like you up, right?" "It's because of the good work of getting them," Menaka said with a smile. After eating lunch, Vatsala got up from his chair and went to Menaka with a smile. Menaka would occasionally lower her shirt and cover her naked body with her panties, but after a while she wouldn't know because they would come out again. "Here are your panties." She She leaned against Menaka's chair and said "The T-shirt is coming out again and again," Menaka said, taking her lunch and getting up from the chair. They had lunch while the two were talking, and Menaka didn't know that the T-shirt was pulled up again and the panties and the hole in her buttocks were visible from the hem of her pants. Vatsala saw that the eyes of a small servant who passed by fell on it. "There, your panties are out again." "It's okay, man, you can see it." "If you dressed like me, you wouldn't have that problem." "Like you too." A smile appeared on Menaka's face. "Why, what's wrong with my dress?" "It's okay, man, but it's a little too dark. "Don't cover everything up every day, but wear it a little bit more visible." Menaka was the one who had been giving Vatsala a gift for a while. That "Are you crazy, Vajra, I don't like it when I dress like that?" "That must be because I'm afraid that other people will look at you." "That's not true, I've always been used to dressing like this." Besides, Vajira's parents are traditional people too. "What nonsense, you're killing people now and dressing them the way you want. If you don't eat and drink, what's the point?" Menaka said while washing her hands.