Rissa hastily took the Es Pisang Ijo from the refrigerator and sliced it like crazy. Her hands were shaking. The result is very messy. So, she took a new banana, then slowly cut it to precision. May God help her.
Finally, everything is ready. Rissa put glass and a bowl containing Es Pisang Ijo on a tray. She walked into the living room very carefully, not wanting to spill the tray on the floor. If that happened, she would be ashamed for the rest of her life.
After twenty steps that felt like twenty miles away, Rissa managed to carry the tray safely into the living room. It was awkward treating Charlos like a guest, serving him food and drink.
"Thanks," said Charlos. Rissa only smiled briefly.
Finishing putting the tray in the kitchen, Rissa returned to the living room. She was unsure where to sit, but she sat slowly beside Charlos, keeping a little distance. She didn't want to look a little sticky.
She prepares to face trial before her father.
