After three days in the village, she returned to K****L****, while Luqman, has returned to M*****. As always, they run their on routine. Working to earn a living for the sake of living.
Out of office, she lookes at someone. Standing on a cement wall while smoking a cigarette. In red. His face look like a dream. Tristan is watching people end of the road.
Unconsciously, the foot began to cross the road. Eyes round.
That guy!
Relaxing on the wall while hugging the body. There were no cracks in the lips. The reflection of the eagle's sharp, piercing heart. Looking up, the gaze of the eyes clung to his consciousness. Spontaneous beating heart. Move on.
A moment later, they looked at each other. There's something aboutthat guy. Something that she feels there is link between them.
She was curious, unknowingly stepping into the man.
" Who are you?"
10 meters away. Tristan stared right into the eagle's eyes.
" Don't trust too many new people." the sound of wet hoarse greeted the drum.
A cigarette smacked on the floor and stepped on the man.
Lifting the face, the man passed with a smile. She couldn't ask anything.
About to follow the footsteps of the man, suddenly an arm, rolled by someone. Looking back, the sunny face greeted the gaze. The eyebrows rose with a sight of silence.
" Who are you talking to?" Syakila also saw the place Tristan saw earlier. Looking for someone's involvement.
" No one. Let's go back." she said as she stepped into the car.
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