"What did you mean earlier, B?" Daphne Tjia's face was as sour as stale milk when she faced Ansel Balder. Had raped her, getting in the way of meeting Alec too. He sat on a metal bench overlooking the swan pond nibbling on a tuna sandwich. Dozens of red dragonflies fly over the clumps of tiny yellow widelia flowers.
The road is not pleasant because it has been stored for a long time and has been moldy, cobbles, beautiful colors, winding, passed by humans. Several families spread out their mats, picnicking near the swan pond. Everyone looked satisfied and relieved, except for Daphne Tjia. He misses his coach.
When he saw an elderly couple holding hands intimately, he smiled. Only 5 years of suffering with Ansel Balder . After that she will be old and happy with Alec Briseis.
