A pseudo-image between the two of them looks very familiar like a pair but only as friends. They share stories with each other and even share feelings. They have been friends since they were born in this world.
"Satria, how have you found a clear point, who is your real father?" Ify croaked looking at Satria who was eating.
Satria still chewed his food before swallowing it down his throat. Then he stopped eating and then he looked at Ify who was curious about his story so far in the city of London.
"My father's problem?" Returning Satria looked at Ify.
Ify started to nod his head looking at Satria fixedly.
Satria was silent for a moment when he looked at Ify. He felt that all the puzzles were still not read at all, especially since he was there focusing on therapy for his legs so that he could walk normally again. His great desire was still in his mind. He felt that someday he would surely find the crack point where his father was.
