Mother : God.....What is this? What did you do with my skirt, Bi Ijah??

Bi Ijah : Sorry, Ma'am, I burned it.

Mother : Again! It has been four times you did it. You are such pain in the neck.

Bi Ijah : I said sorry, Ma' am. But your son, Indra, Exhausted me. He runs here and there.

Mother : Don't blame it on my son. I am really upset now. Don't do it again or I will send you back home.

Bi Ijah : No, Ma'am. I promise I will not do it again.