The wheels of Nareswara's wooden bicycle continued to spin along the quiet streets of the housing complex because this complex was only busy on weekends. Where many complex residents do sports or just sit back and relax while drinking a cup of coffee. On a weekday like this, it will be very quiet, like it is uninhabited. Only the house lights were on as if no one was inside. Moreover, it was still dinner time, people were busy finishing their meals at home and some had not yet returned home.
The bicycle we were riding passed further and further away from our block. I reluctantly asked where Nareswara was taking me because I was still annoyed with him who should have thanked me for seeking justice for what Zania had done. I've been kind to him because his face now looks strange. Luckily the street was quiet and there were no people. If someone passed by, I'm sure they would laugh at Nareswara's face.