There was a loud bang in my chest. I peeked on our hands intertwined. Japen's hand was big enough to cover almost all of my hand. The heat from his hand brought a warm feeling. I did not know why but my heartbeat quickened and I looked at Japen.
He was looking at the front. His free hand was holding the steering wheel of the car. His forehead was creased a little. His lips formed a thin line. And with that expression, I knew that he was annoyed.
So I looked at the front and I saw a motorcycle there. It was running at the slowest speed so our car could not accelerate. The prior cars had been meters away from ours. And I slightly flinched when Japen pushed the horn.
"Sorry," he mumbled and overtook the motorcycle.
I smiled sheepishly. "You don't need to be sorry," I whispered.
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