"Why do I feel so bad like this?"
Djaja's words are true. His gray hair couldn't hold back a flick of the wind from outside the window. Sheets of paper piled up on the table, almost blown away if there was no support such as wooden plywood. The fingers of his right palm continued to move to the sheet of paper until it was completely filled. The beams of both eyes move from right to left. Remember when Djaja met otherworlders like Hiro Sakaki and others.
