"Where are we going?" Bisma asked, his eyes still looking straight ahead and not turning his head at all to Herlyn who is currently sitting behind the driver's seat. Like the driver and her employer, that's how Bisma feels right now, while Herlyn just keeps turning her gaze towards the window without wanting to look at Bisma's face behind the glass that shows her eyes.
"I'll take you home then," Bisma said Herlyn who didn't answer made Bisma decide for himself their destination.
"I want to go to my boutique..." Herlyn said briefly.
"Okay..."
Bisma then turned the wheel, he turned around because Herlyn's boutique was in the opposite direction from their original destination.
In silence and feelings of love that are blocked by a sense of helplessness, Bisma secretly glances at Herlyn where she is now.
Her lips were pursed tightly, her eyes dimmed and her fingers intertwined with each other, occasionally Herlyn sighed heavily.