On the other side, at the seemingly empty cemented road within the green landscape, Francis’ car was paving through the cemented road. From afar, his keen eyes could notice a guy running toward his direction. Francis squinted his eyes for a second as his brows above met in one line. But his confusion about that man doubled when the guy suddenly turned his back and ran to the opposite direction.
Confused, Francis just let it off of his mind and just paid attention to the road. He was almost at Blake’s place, anyway. After a few more minutes, he finally reached the familiar nipa hut where he was once at.
“Hello? Blake, are you there?” Francis called out from outside. There was no gate nor vertical fence in his place, however, the horizontal barrier from Blake’s farm beside his hut allowed
