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Senem stroked my face, I could feel the warm temperature on his hands, and Senem hands and body were always warm. I like his warm hands like that, which means I don't need a quilt to keep me warm.

Mr. Harto walked in, and Senem disappeared as fast as the wind. Such speed makes me feel that impossible things can become impossible, it's just not visible, it hasn't appeared yet. Mythology could have been true, and folklore was created without anything to do with it.

"Miss, there is a message from Madam regarding the departure home. Madam has prepared a plane ticket to go home tomorrow, madam is worried about Miss now, and hopes that Miss can go home early," said Mr. Harto conveying such a message that made me think of grandpa. "Then a message from your dad, he said apologized for not being able to go home even though Miss was sick. Then, sent the gift that is now in the process of being delivered to Miss's house in the capital of the country. Get well."