"Are you still with me?" Omar inquired.
"That depends on what personality you are asking," a silver-haired male raised the sleeping mask off his face and gave Omar some attention. "What is it that can't wait till I've had my nap?" he asked.
Omar had so much to ask, and many puzzles in his mind about his life. Nothing was clear, and with the devil, the answers were never straight. And instead of relieving him of stress, they made him more stressed out.
"Why did you tell Nathaniel that I am you? He must be going on with his life assuming that I left him," Omar cried out. He had raised this question in his head many times and played out every scenario as to how that lie could serve Azlan.
