Arimbi dua kali gagal ke pelaminan karena calon suaminya menolak melanjutkan rencana pernikahan, dengan alasan yang tak dikemukakan di hadapan orang tuanya.
Di usia menginjak dua puluh tujuh tahun, Arimbi berpikir tak ada pria yang akan menerima keadaannya, berhubung sudah berkali-kali mendapat penolakan. Dia memilih menyendiri, hingga tanpa sengaja bertemu kembali dengan teman SMP yang bernama Bumi. Dari sana, kedekatan mulai terjalin.
Namun, Arimbi tak mengetahui dengan baik, seperti apa kehidupan Bumi yang sebenarnya. Termasuk, saat pria itu tiba-tiba menjauh.
Lalu, bagaimana nasib Arimbi? Dapatkah dia membangun hatinya yang kembali dihancurkan rasa kecewa?
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"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒? 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚔𝚞 ... 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛. " 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊-𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜.
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕.
"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒-𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
"𝚄𝚖 ... 𝚍𝚒𝚊 .... 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚢𝚊, 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞.
"𝙷𝚖." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙. "𝙹𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.
"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗?"
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗?" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔.
"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊?"
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊.
"𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗 ...." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕, 𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 ___"
"𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒. 𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊. "𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚘. 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊."
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗,
"𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚆𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛.
"𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗. 𝚃𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 ...." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖-𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖.
"𝙿𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 ...."
"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊."
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚞, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊." 𝚄𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔. 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚕 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔.
𝙳𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒?" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜. 𝚂𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊, 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑, 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
"𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖-𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑, 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚒."
"𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝙿𝚊𝚔," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛?" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.
"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞. "𝙷𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚞𝚙. 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚞𝚙.
"𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊," 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚕 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝.
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑.
"𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕.
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕. "𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚠𝚒.
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗?" 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊.
"𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚞. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕.
"𝙰𝚛𝚒 ... 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚗, 𝙿𝚊𝚔," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚔𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚔.
𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. "𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝙽𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚒, 𝙿𝚊𝚔."
"𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜." 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔.
"𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒. "𝚄𝚖𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚊. 𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔-𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚜."
