Jingga and Arseno are now on the same sofa. Sit down and be quiet. Jingga was silent, not daydreaming, but was preparing a sentence to be said to Arseno.
Not only Jingga who can't talk, but Arseno too. He seemed to be stringing words together so that Jingga would believe in him and his struggle would not be in vain.
"Sir."
"Jingga."
The words that came out of Jingga's and Arseno's mouths seemed to come out at the same time. It made them both fall silent again.
"You started it," said Arseno.
Without refusing, Jingga immediately asked Arseno a question.
"What do you mean?" asked Jingga.
"I mean? About the clothes?"
"Yeah, what else?"
"It's just a small gift from me. As an embodiment of my apology to you. Do you like it? If you like it I'll add it later."
"Don't overdo it, Mr. Arseno. I don't like it at all. I hate your actions. Can't you give me some space to forget you?"
