Tired. Sweat dripped from his neck and forehead, shining as white as pearl. From outside the window, the scorching sun shone sharply, forcing its way through the latticework of a room. The hot weather this time is really stifling, the air conditioner at 18°C ​​still feels hot in the body, maybe the freon is off.

Someone tried to contact the technician but no one picked up. I was also forced to go back and forth up and down the stairs from his room to the technician's room, when I returned to the office the other friends were busy with papers, folders, and anything like fans. Especially Fanny who sat at...