Genta, is that you?

"What the hell have you noticed since then?"

Kaylila realizes the existence of someone who took Della's place before. He turned, towards the origin of the bass sound that seemed familiar to his ears.

Now, his eyes are fixed on someone sitting in front of him with a big smile decorating his face. A smile that often fills his dreams. 

Just looking at it, it has managed to cause a pulse in his chest, push his eyes that are getting hotter, and leave the dew there. 

"Mas Genta," he whispered, softly.

Without being commandeered, tears streaming down Kaylila's cheeks, her chest tight, she almost burst into tears if she didn't immediately realize her current whereabouts.

"Hey, I didn't do anything that hurt you, did I?" a nosy laugh on Genta's lips further renders Kaylila unable to contain her feelings. 

Tears were pouring down her cheeks. Roughly, he wipes it using a tissue offered by Genta.