The clock showed almost 3 in the morning. Dimas was still at Lisa's house as Kumala invited him to sit in the living room. The skinny man then sat down and rubbed his thighs, occasionally looking up at the ceiling of Lisa's old house.
"What do you want to drink, Dimas?" Kumala asked softly.
"Water's fine, aunty, don't bother." He replied.
While waiting for Kumala to get a glass of water, Dimas was silent for a moment and shook his head, paying attention to all corners of the room in the house.
The house might not be big but it was also not too small. It's just really unkempt. The walls were getting moldy because of the humidity. Dim lights illuminated the room, getting more dim as it aged. The paint started to peel due to extreme weather changes. The ceiling of the house was occupied by spiders, leaving a nasty hanging web.
