"His name is Alan," Fathia said with her lips still trembling which didn't want to go away even though she had been trying to get rid of the incident earlier. His eyes were back and forth staring out the car window. Afraid.

"Alan? Alan who? You've been washing away so much since earlier, Na. What's wrong with you?" Elma could not carelessly ask questions but now they were already in the car. There was Mr. Didi in front of him who had been driving the car immediately.

“That person, Elma. That person,” Fathia groaned in frustration. "Oh Lord! I can't forget!”

"Yeah, who?" Elma urged impatiently but suddenly, she remembered...