Fauzan, who just sat alone on the terrace of his house, made Argan, who had just returned from his office, confused. Moreover, the expression on his son's face was not as usual. Dull, old, sad, with puffy panda eyes.
Argan unbuttoned his coat as his gaze continued to stare at the man who leaned his head against the big pillar.
"Isn't this my son? But why is he so clumsy? Fauzan's feeling is that he's good at taking care of his body," Argan chuckled to himself if he didn't see it wrong.
"Zan! Zan! Realize, let you in later!" Argan shook his son's arm tightly, making Fauzan chuckle in annoyance.
"What the hell, Pa? It's really annoying," he squeaked annoyed. His mind was confused and it was difficult to do everything, he had just found comfort in this place, but had been disturbed again. By his own father again.
"Yeah, you're just staring out of the house at night. Dad's just worried. Why is that?" asked Argan curiously sitting next to Fauzan.
