114. Space Dims
_I was afraid that syakila was not with Gesang, so the contents of my head became complicated, believing she had injured herself _ Gibran's answer was kept for her.
A shiny gray Mercedes Maybach S 560 is hurtling through the streets. the car is crammed with the night traffic of the metropolitan city which is still dense.
The sky in the sky has dimmed, without stars, not even the moon is perfect up there. A small yellow scythe overlooked by the hustle and bustle of the townspeople.
The blackness and dimness of the night sky is similar to the look painted on the face of a man sitting silently in a maybach car. Gillian opened her cell phone. He observed when was the last time shechila sent him a message.
Two days ago, and always a short answer. 'Yes ' or'no'. 'Whatever' or 'just go with it'.
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