"Haachhh! Haaccchiihhh!!!"
"Lately, you've been sneezing a lot. Is the allergy flared up again?" Angga asked as he turned to Evan who was wiping his nose with a tissue.
"No. Maybe someone is talking to me. Like you said, Ngga," said Evan, smiling at his best friend.
Angga just snorted, then returned to focus on driving. They were on their way to Haidar's house, who is one of the landowners, to discuss the current hot issue.
Arriving at Haidar's residence, they were greeted by the man on the terrace of the house. He was not alone, but was accompanied by one of his assistants, a man with glasses who also warmly welcomed Evan and Angga's arrival.
"Sorry if our arrival took up Mr. Haidar's time," Evan said after they had talked for a while and sat on the chair there.
"Ah, don't think too much about it, My Son," said Haidar with a smile.
Not long after, a middle-aged woman appeared carrying a tray of drinks and snacks for Evan and Angga.
