Pops' unwavering glare pierces through my very conscience. It brings forth with it guilt and panic. Although I came alone as he requested, the threat of Lim Tow's knowledge of his dwelling remains.
The smell rising from the bonfire eases any form of tension. Breakfast by the cavemouth. This morning, it is out in the open. He prefers to talk out here instead of inside the cavern. I inhale the smell of chicken wrapped in a big leaf, placed inside a wire.
“You know very well what might happen when Lim arrives at the pasture. It won't be a pleasant result for you," still tense, as he begins to remove the chicken from the fire.
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A few hours ago, Lim shook me awake. It was the shake of an angry teenager who no longer had access to the lake.
Facing the morning sun on the forest
