Iqbal had already walked around, entered the car and sat in the passenger seat. “Do you want to go home or eat?”
“I already ate. I’m still full,” Karina replied. “Let’s just go home.”
"Okay."
Karina turned her head. Noticing Iqbal who was focused on driving. There was something still bothering her. Karina was afraid that Iqbal would be angry knowing something fatal about her. Moreover, Iqbal had always lived in the village. Of course, in terms of lifestyle, they were very different. Karina lived freely while Iqbal lived by all the rules.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Iqbal asked while glancing briefly at Karina.
“Iqbal, can you pull over first? I want to tell you something.” Karina pointed to the side of the road.
Following Karina's wishes, Iqbal pulled his car over under a tree. It was quiet there—only one or two vehicles passed by. Maybe because it was already late at night.
“What do you want to say, hm?” Iqbal stroked Karina’s hair.
"About earlier. I think it's selfish of
