Back to Satya and Lathifa who were sitting relaxed by the fire, in the front yard of the hut.
"I guess I'll have to buy some fabric to make new clothes."
The man smiled in response. Yes, it looks like it's a must. At the very least, he also missed wearing a shirt because while he was stranded in this world, he had not even worn any.
"Or buy ready-made clothes," said Lathifa, "for me," she glanced at Satya. "And for you." Then she took a deep breath. "It's just…"
"I know," Satya tried to smile. The great trauma that haunted her must have made her afraid to visit a crowd like the market. "Listen," he said. "You can just show me which market I should go to, then with the currency of this day and age—of course, I'll ask that of you, and then, just let me buy the clothes for us."
Lathifa smiled and nodded. Yes, that sounds better than them having no replacement clothes at all.
