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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𝙷𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚔.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚐𝚊, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 '𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊', 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒-𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒.
"𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚏. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒," 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗.
"𝚃𝚒-𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚞. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. "𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚔𝚘𝚙𝚒."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒.
𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚊.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝙿𝚊𝚔," 𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚊.
𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝.
𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚑. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊.
"𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗?" 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕. "𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝙾 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙺𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚒," 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚜. "𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞."
"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝙰𝚛𝚒?" 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒.
"𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝙱𝚞. 𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔," 𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙺𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚊, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙸𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊," 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
"𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝙽𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔. "𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗."
"𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞. 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜.
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝚂𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒. 𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗.
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚊. 𝙺𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞. 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙳𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗
𝙰𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚍. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗.
𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚔𝚜𝚒 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊.
𝚄𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒.
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𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒.
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒.
𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚞, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊.
"𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒?" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝.
𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛.
"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒.
"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊?"
"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚒? 𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐?"
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. "𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊, 𝙿𝚊𝚔. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚜."
"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗?" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕.
"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚛𝚊. "𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒."
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝.
"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒-𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊.
"𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑." 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.
𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒. 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 .... 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑." 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.
"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔."
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. "𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 '𝙿𝚊𝚔' 𝚍𝚊𝚗 '𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊'?" 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊.
