[Johan's POV]
Reaching the end of the rice field's pathway, Johan paused to admire the small house beside a short coconut tree. Beautifully woven strips of bamboo made up the walls, its roof thatched with dried nipa leaves. If he's to ignore the presence of modernization, like the wires and television antenna, it's as if he stepped into a time portal and went back into the past.
'How nostalgic. Raymond's house used to be like this before his father renovated it.'
An arm dirtied with wet soil draped around his shoulders, fingers smudging mud on his right cheek. Johan elbowed Adrian in the stomach and stepped away. "You're such an ass."
"That's payback for earlier." Adrian grinned, wiping the side of his face with mud.
"Oh, so you're being vengeful now?" Johan went back to the edge of the farm and grabbed a handful of mud, balling it into a globe of dripping, disgusting slob.
