Cleo lays her body on the bed. While her uncle—Mike is sitting on the sofa. The atmosphere seemed so stiff, no one wanted to start a conversation.
Seeing his niece playing with her phone on the bed makes Mike's eyebrows furrow together. His head is starting to feel pain, making him massage it.
"You know, I've been so frustrated looking for Charles the past few days, and you didn't reply to my messages. And suddenly you sent a message that you are in that cursed place." Mike said, starting a conversation. "California—New York—Indonesia, then I looked for you. I might go crazy for not being able to rest." Mike continued, complaining about how tormented he is.
When he saw that his niece was busy with her phone when he was talking. His frustration rose a bit.
"Cleo… are you listening to me?" Mike called Cleo. In fact, the girl is asleep.
"Huh! How could she sleep in this situation. This is driving me crazy." Mike said.