“Who is this Mád Woman? Why is she asking me to return her face back to her?” Amelia asked within herself.

She had just met a very strange encounter when she went to the market. A Mád Woman in rags and bottles came to meet her and was embarrassing her, saying that she should return her stolen face. Amelia hasn’t met her before, or even known her.

Her husband said she should ignore her, but she just can’t. The woman’s eyes were too intense. They looked sane, even if her words were crazy.

Amelia tried to clean the house, but she was slow. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the woman’s ragged hair and heard her scream: Return my beauty!

“Amelia, you are thinking too much,” she told herself. She decided to go back to the market. She wanted to talk to the tomato seller. Maybe someone knew who the woman used to be.

As she was about going to the market the next day to look for that strange Mad Woman, her concerned husband, David, stopped her near the car.
“Amelia, what are you doing?” David asked. He looked worried.

“I’m going to the market, honey. We need fruits.”
David shook his head. “Have you forgotten that you were embarrassed yesterday by a random Màd Woman? Please stay at home. I don’t want anything to happen to you. That woman might result to stabbing you if she sees you. Mad people can be dangerous.”

Amelia nodded slowly. David was right. Mad people are often violent. She remembered the bottles in the woman’s hands.
“Okay, David,” she said softly. “I will stay home. You are right.”

David smiled and kissed her cheek. “Good girl. I love you. I will buy the fruits on my way back. Bye.”

He drove out. Amelia went back inside. She felt trapped, but she was also safe. She started listening to music to forget her troubles.

Around noon, she heard a loud sound from the front.

The heavy noise came from the big black gate.
“Oh my god,” Amelia jumped. It sounded like someone was trying to break the gate.

She quickly walked to the verandah. Her two gatemen, Musa and John, were already near the gate. They picked up big wooden sticks.
“Who is there?” Musa shouted.

There was no answer, just another loud BANG!
Musa cautiously opened the small pedestrian door of the gate to peep outside.

His face immediately changed to fear. He quickly closed it back and locked the iron bar.
The two gatemen went to meet Amelia on the verandah.

“Ma,” Musa said, his voice shaking. “One dirty Mad Woman is standing at the gate.”
“Are you looking for her?” John asked.

Amelia felt her stomach turn. “Are you sick? Looking for her as how? Have you seen me book appointment with Mad people? Lock that gate, don’t open it!!”

“Okay ma,” Musa said. “We will not open it. She is just banging and crying. But…”

“But what?” Amelia snapped.
“She keeps shouting,” John explained. “She is saying that you should return her beauty to her!! She says you stole her face.”

Amelia’s eyes was widened as she heard that statement. She felt a cold sweat on her back.

The Mad Woman had found her. She had found where she was living.

How did she do that? The market was very far from Amelia’s house. Did she foIIow the car?
What exactly did the woman want? It wasn’t just crazy talk. This felt like a thréat.

“Madam,” Musa asked, seeing Amelia’s scared face. “Should we call the police?”
“No,” Amelia said quickly. If the police came, they might lock the woman up, but they might also ask Amelia questions she couldn’t answer. Questions about why a random crazy person thinks she stole her face.

“Just… just leave her,” Amelia whispered. “She will get tired and go away. Don’t open that gate for anybody. Not even a visitor.”
Musa and John went back to sit near the gate, holding their sticks tightly. The banging continued.

Amelia slowly put her hands up to her own cheeks in her room,
“Who exactly is this Mad Woman?!!”

How did she find where I’m staying? …

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