While enjoying her lunch, Sekar’s phone rang. Who else could it be but Sir Demian?
Sekar answered the call, her voice soft and affectionate as she chatted with Demian. Occasionally, her eyes flicked toward Raiden, who was still focused on his lunch.
"Where did you meet Sir Demian?" Raiden asked after Sekar ended the call.
Sekar slipped her phone back into her bag, pausing for a moment before answering. "I met Sir Demian at the hospital. Mrs. Cynthia was sick, so I brought a bouquet of flowers and some fruit."
Raiden’s brow furrowed slightly. There was an unfinished thought in Sekar’s response, and the way she hesitated seemed off. It felt unlikely that someone would visit Demian’s mother if they had just met. Raiden couldn’t shake the feeling that Sekar was being vague.
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