Another attacked again had received from the old man.
"This is not right."
Fontana whispered while still escaping his strong kicks and punches.
"Listen! We are here for Sakar told me to do so!"
She suddenly shouted when this old man was about to hit her neck with his right hand which fingers are formed into a tiger-style attack. Eventually, he stopped then moved away from her.
"Sakar?"
As he asked in a small voice.
Now, Fontana's eyes widen even more for she felt guilty of what she had done for she had unintentionally spoken up the name of Sakar.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to do it, Sakar."
As she whispered.
"Give me the fabric at your neck."
This old man said then slowly handed over his right hand.
She slowly holds her fabric at her neck.
'Wear it off now. Trust me.'
Sakar suddenly whispered at her.
"Y-you are not mad at me?"
She asked through a whisper too.
'No... Why would I?'
"Sure?"
'Yes, Fontana. Now, give that fabric to him. Believe me...'
He whispered.
