"Sigh, an apartment of this size. I could disappear if I went too far." Likha thought.
"Ciao Ragazza, sei un nuovo residente qui? A young man greeted Likha in a language that made Likha want to cry hearing it.
"Hehe, what should I answer?" Likha muttered to herself while wanting to go as far as possible.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian." Likha's experience working in a Seminyak hospital, which is visited by foreign tourists every day, forced her to be able to use English every day.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Varoni. And, you?" Likha can breathe a sigh of relief. It turns out that the man in front of her can speak English.
"My name is Likha." Likha gently refused Varoni's hand to shake hands. Instead, Likha cupped her palms in front of her chest while bowing slightly to respect the other person.
The Italian man was very stunned by Likha's attitude and smiled kindly.