On the shore of the small lake, Satya practiced silat while closing his eyes. It was not himself who did it all, but something in him and his mind that guided the rest of his body to follow every movement that came to his mind.
He had been practicing his silat moves for more than an hour so that his face and bare-chested body were drenched in sweat.
Lathifa appeared in the front doorway with a wooden tray. On the tray, there is an earthenware teapot, an earthenware cup, and an earthenware plate containing roasted cassava and sweet potatoes.
For a moment, the girl smiled looking at Satya who was still practicing. Her face immediately turned red when the image of their intercourse last night came back into her head.
After that, Lathifa approached the man.
"Satya," she called softly. "You've been training for a long time, take a break."
Satya stopped his movements, eyes opened, and he turned and smiled at the girl.
