A beautiful curve formed on Cinnong's lips. Even though the Earth is now destroyed, it is impossible to hang life there anymore, even though now they are floating in this vast space without knowing the direction and purpose, at least, exchanging information about each other's origins is a small step to keep and remember the land of birth.
"I… come from the Bugis Makassar tribe," Cinnong smiled, lowering her gaze, there was a hint of longing in her chest that suddenly appeared. And you, from what tribe?"
"Dayak Pompankng," Zein smiled broadly.
"Aah, the land of Borneo." Cinnong stares at the man from head to toe. "Why can't I see a single tattoo on your body?"
Zein chuckled softly as he scratched his head again. "I don't understand what you mean, sweet lady, but…"
Zein turned his back, the facial expression of the man of Dayak Pompankng descent indicated more interest in the girl.
