"Wayan Thierry..come.." He is the one who feeds me at night. I went and sat down..
"Mahansi.."
"A little...I won't do anything big in the shop."
"boring too"
"Um..a little.."
"If that's the case, let's find the money and do something."
I turned to Wayan's side. There must have been a distance between us. Wayan's steady eyes widened and turned towards me.
"Give me a hug..."
When Wayan asked, I just hugged him. I wanted to sleep with my face in the corner of Wayan's neck. I felt so much more comfortable here than that mat. I felt more.. I felt many things.. Vayan also kept his head on my shoulder..
"Brother.."
"um"
"not.."
"why.."
"no no..."
I tried to get away from him but his hands were stronger than mine and stuck me...I feel love...for this little boy...for the little Sitta
