DIRGA's Point of View
After performing my evening prayer, I jumped onto a tiny white four-wheeler that Andien nicknamed "Shiro." Earlier, I carefully placed my young daughter in her car seat to ensure her comfort throughout our journey. Never mind, there was no need to attach the phrase "future children" to the three little angels; after all, I was determined to make their mother my lover for the rest of my life.
After double-checking that Cantika was still fast asleep, I opened the front passenger door. I motioned for Andien, who was still standing silently beside the white vehicle, to enter and take a seat on a black leather seat. I grabbed her waist and led her inside, touching the top of her head to avoid impact, before climbing into the vehicle and taking the wheel. I didn't forge
