"Sister.."a woman of thin stature, with thin eyelashes, and smiling lips faintly stood up to greet a man who approached her, but refused to look at him.
"What is it? How Is Gesang?"he asked as he stepped, approaching the man who is now standing in front of the Glass stretched hospital hallway that presents a panoramic view of the roofs of houses and the hustle and bustle of the city.
Gibran looked at the crowd down there before finally turning his face to the skinny girl who was standing near his body.
"He will join another family" was the only sentence that was heard in Syakila's ears. Because, when the girl turned her face trying to catch Gibran's face, the man had already cast his gaze on the back of the city.
And Silence.
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