Maureen - 91

"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close."

Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate.

"Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted.

"Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds.

"So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs.

Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven