-The Best Valentine-
Painting the future is almost like painting on water. They are fragile, unreadable, and quickly disappear without a trace.
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Erlang gripped the steering wheel tightly and pressed the pedals, preventing the car he was driving from keeping it under control, in contrast to his emotions, which swayed like a box in front of him that shifted a few inches from its place.
Bintang didn't raise his voice since Erlang decided he had to get in the car too. Leaving the motorbike in the parking lot of the entertainment venue they had visited earlier.
The man sat in the back seat with Gilang. Because Bintang has less trauma if it is in front of the wheel, or next to the wheel stand.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Gilan opened his voice. He meant Eric.
