138.

Millennium Bar, South Jakarta.

21:47 WIB.

"What's this?" Vian asked looking confused at the pink envelope in his hand. The man then turned his gaze to the sender of the letter.

"Tsk, actually I really want to give the letter to the person who deserves it," Daniel commented, the man grabbed a small shot of clear bluish liquid. "But I'm sick of this drama. Because if I do, this drama will last for a second season. If my character changes, it doesn't matter. But here, I'm still a supporting player. I'm bored too, seeing all of you busy playing roles , while I just watched it without being able to interfere." Daniel drank the liquid until the toilet.

There was nothing Vian could understand from the man's words. No one.

"Yeah, what exactly are you talking about?" Vian asked, starting to get annoyed with Daniel's attitude, which he thought was just rambling. The man who asked her to meet him at this bar and now he was acting like this.