"Sis Tian." Fathia knew that something was bothering the man who was now standing looking at the Jakarta landscape from the balcony. The sliding door which is mostly made of glass, Fathia closed slowly. The wind was blowing harder and harder to ruffle her hair and the cardigan she was wearing to protect her body from the cold that hit. Not to mention the noise of the vehicles below as the night singing that always sticks out of this city.

The man turned, smiled as he reached out a hand that did not take long to get a welcome. His grip tightened even more because he really didn't want the...