
Irwan stared at his phone. His hands were still trembling, while his heart was beating faster than usual. There was a hint of cold sweat drenching his nape.
I swear, he didn't think it out. Just to dare to contact a Rara alone turned out to require so much energy and emotion.
It has not been counted how many times he wrote messages, then he deleted again. Written again. deleted again...
And finally, after a confused back and forth of his own, on the first message that t...