"I think you have the same thoughts as me, Stevan."
"Yes, there was something that Mr. Azam was covering up. He's like a scared man."
"Yeah ... and it just gets more complicated," complained Angga while focusing on driving.
"Shall we have lunch first or are we going straight home?" Evan asked, glancing at his watch, it was almost twelve in the afternoon.
"Okay, I'm hungry too, really draining energy."
They finally agreed to find a restaurant in the area. After some time had passed, Angga pulled up the car in the parking lot of a restaurant located on the side of the road.
When they enter, the atmosphere of the place is so cool because the place is so wide and open. The visitors can choose to eat sitting on the floor which is directly connected to the entrance or want to eat in the traditional gazebos located at the bottom near the rice fields.
