Gifts From Diaz

"It's gone," Diaz replied.

"Oh yeah? You're not lying and you're not modelling, are you?" demanded Afika. She had to make sure that Diaz's words could be trusted.

Diaz nodded. "Yes, I did! If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Diaz took his mobile phone and switched on his camera. He took a picture of Afika's shoulder, which had been infested with caterpillars.

"There's nothing, right?" Diaz assured her again. Afika nodded her head. She believed now.

The colossal drama performance was about to begin. All the participants of the tour group gathered around the performance space, at the Trimurti indoor theatre.

"You two! Come here!" said Alex, the tour guide who had accompanied them during their stay in Yogyakarta. He ordered Diaz and Afika to join the group immediately. Don't sit separately, it will be difficult to find them if they are scattered all over the place.