At the end of August, the sky began to look cloudy. Sometimes it was also drizzling rain accompanying Jasmine's rest at the hospital. It's been two days since that incident. Like this afternoon, the woman looks troubled because of only the sound of the rain accompanying her free time. And rain always remembered her about Rafael.
[It's been two days, no news from Mr. Bima. Haven't they managed to find Rafael's body?] Jasmine thought.
