Evans was sitting in front of his resort while enjoying hot tea.
"Sir, would you like to eat something?" asked the guard.
"You also have to cook? I pay you to keep me safe," said Evans.
"Secretary Kenand said..."
"Kenand and I, which one do you obey? I pay you, not Kenand!" Evans said, annoyed.
"Very well, Sir," said the guard.
"I want food that reminds me of Andrea. Can you give me that?"
"Excuse me, Sir."
From the bottom's road, Mrs. Mahdi walked towards the resort with Philips carrying something.
Evans saw the two of them walking towards him, who was engrossed in sitting in front of the resort's terrace.
"Why are they here?"
"Excuse me, sir," Mrs. Mahdi said.
"Yes, what's up?" he asked.
Philips then advanced towards Evans and handed the basket to Evans.
"What's this!" he asked.
"This is called Rantang, Sir," said Mrs. Mahdi.
