Diandra sat in a chair opposite Henggar at breakfast. They both don't talk too much. Only occasional light chatter is thrown in to dispel the calm atmosphere that makes it uncomfortable.
"Where are you going today?" Henggar asked Diandra while bribing a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.
"Not going anywhere, Mas."
"You don't want to go somewhere?"
"Idon'tknow. I'm more comfortable being here, doing what I have to do here."
Diandra seemed tasteless spending fried rice on a plate. Whereas he took only a spoonful of rice. Somehow his tongue tasted bitter and unfriendly to the breakfast menu this morning. Usually, he is more excited to spend breakfast with fried rice menu.
"You don't have any taste for food either?"
"Mymouth still tastes bitter,Mas."