5. The sight of the Señora's flaccidly plump figure, swathed in a loose waist-les
housedress that came down to her ankles, and the faint scent of agua de coloni
blended with kitchen spice, seemed to her the essence of the comfortable worl
and she sighed thinking of the long walk home through the mud, the baby's leg
straddled to her waist, and Inggo, her husband, waiting for her, his body stinki
of tuba and sweat, squatting on the floor, clad only in his foul undergarment
(Source: http://kathangpinoy.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-in-comhusks-by-aida--rivera.html)​