This morning Marsha and Boy were on their way to a training ground where Boy would start practicing playing soccer. They sat in the back of the car with a driver driving the car in front. Marsha glanced at Boy who was enjoying the view from the glass window next to him. His gaze was blank, as if Boy was thinking about something difficult.
Marsha didn't know what had happened to him either. Previously in the mansion, Boy looked more quiet than usual. He only replied with an adorable smile that had become typical of a Boy Siano. Does Boy miss his uncle? But that's not possible?
"Boy?"
Boy was silent, he hadn't realized if Marsha called him.
"Boy Siano?"
"Yes?" he said when he realized Marsha was calling him.
"Something wrong with you?" Marsha asked who looked at Boy in surprise.
Boy shook his head.
"Then why do you look so dispirited?"
