"Damar," Aruna's voice greeted the present between the two.
"Hendra.."this little girl looks at her husband.
"Don't take too long.. I'm waiting for you in the car," Mahendra stepped aside towards the car.
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He was on the other end, seen conversing with his sweet smile. Like two people who miss each other, I see the look in Damar's eyes that won't let go of looking at my wife. I know damar's gaze is like my old self, storing a lot of feeling in my heart but helpless, impossible to express.
From a distance, I watched Aruna pull something out of her trouser pocket, she handed me a small box that I didn't know the contents of. And Damar visibly shook his head, rejecting him.
Then they looked at each other and talked deeper, even having time to see them hug.
