A beautiful morning made Nazreen shiver when the cold air pierced her black bones. A smile was thrown towards the increasingly green rice fields. Her swollen eyes were gently rubbed.
"Nazreen, let's go" Nazreen nodded and followed the big step of Khairil.
"Bag?" Khairil straightened his index finger towards the bonnet. Signifying he had put in all the suitcases.
Nazreen headed towards Mr. Ikhwan and Damia who was standing on the porch of the house. But it was empty when Nazreen wanted to grab Mr. Ikhwan's old hand was pushed aside. Khairil on the side also greeted Mr. Ikhwan.
"Abah" called nazreen when he saw khairil who was already in the car.
"Come back!" Said Mr. Ikhwan without looking back. Nazreen was upset. The world was glanced at.
"Kak nazreen, mia apologizes for ....."
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