Wanita Modern dan Mandiri

"𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚖𝚞?" 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒. "𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑?"

"𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞," 𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗. "𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚛. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊." 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖.

"𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚒," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.

"𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎?"

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜. 𝙺𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎." 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊. "𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 ... 𝚞𝚖 ... 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊-𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒."

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞." 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕.

"𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚞 .... " 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊. "𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 '𝙻𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎'. 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚞, 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚖𝚞,"

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞."

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖. "𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐."

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞. "𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕?"

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔.

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚊," 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚞."

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚞. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚓𝚊. 𝚂𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒-𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞. "𝙺𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖."

"𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚝," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊.

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖.

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊

𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜.

𝙿𝚞𝚊𝚜. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚛. 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚏. 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙹𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒.

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 '𝙻𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎'.

"𝙻𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚞. 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙺𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞."

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕. 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊.

"𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗," 𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖.

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗.

"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒."

𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞."

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖. 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚑, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒.

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙰𝚑, 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙺𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢." 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕.

𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.

𝙰𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊-𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐.

𝙳𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑-𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊.

𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚊, 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊.

"𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢," 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜.

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖. "𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜? 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒."

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝟺𝟶 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛, 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚢? 𝙲𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞. 𝚃𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚒." 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚗.

"𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎.

𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞.

"𝚃𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚖. 𝙸𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊." 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚢𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙾𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚊?"

"𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊 ...." 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊.

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