Shanaya Sanjaya percaya bahwa cinta adalah tentang kesetiaan dan pengorbanan. Ia rela menjadi istri rahasia, menelan hinaan, dan berdiri di balik layar demi Reno Alhadi, pria yang dicintainya sepenuh hati.
Tapi ketika janji-janji manis tersisa tujuh kartu dan pengkhianatan terus mengiris, Shanaya sadar, mencintai tak harus kehilangan harga diri. Ia memilih pergi.
Namun hidup justru mempertemukannya dengan Sadewa Mahardika, pria dingin dan penuh teka-teki yang kini menjadi atasannya.
Akankah luka lama membatasi langkahnya, atau justru membawanya pada cinta yang tak terduga?
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"𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞.
"𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝙿𝚊𝚔. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗," 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊.
𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚔-𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚑𝚊. 𝚆𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛. "𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝.
"𝙺𝚎... 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝙿𝚊𝚔?"
"𝙷𝚖."
"𝙿𝚊𝚔 𝙳𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚒 𝙱𝚞 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞? 𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒," 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚐𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗. "𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝙱𝚞 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗?"
"𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗. 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊.
"𝙴𝚑... 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔, 𝙿𝚊𝚔. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊, 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒. 𝙻𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚞, 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.
"𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒?"
"𝙷𝚊𝚑?"
"𝙶𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐."
"𝙰𝚙𝚊, 𝙿𝚊𝚔? 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚔.
"𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗. 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛."
𝙰𝚛𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚞, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗.
𝙸𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, "𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊-𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚓𝚊..."
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𝙳𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒. 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊.
“𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕? 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞?” 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔. 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊.
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊.
“𝚁𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊,” 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒. “𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚖𝚞.”
“𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝙱𝚞—”
“𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘!” 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒, 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒. “𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊, 𝚑𝚊𝚑? 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚖𝚞. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊! 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒, 𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚔𝚊𝚗? 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊.”
“𝙲𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙, 𝙱𝚞!” 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘. 𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜. “𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚗, 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊.”
“𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑,” 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚙. “𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒.”
𝙸𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛. “𝙰𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚙, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔... 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙, 𝚃𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗.”
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙽𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊.
“𝙻𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘,” 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑. “𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊?”
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊. “𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘.”
“𝚃𝚊𝚗... 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞,” 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚑, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗. “𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚊... 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛.”
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚔, 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚞. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚒-𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚒, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜... 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞.
𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋.
𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚑. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖, 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙸𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚐.
“𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊!” 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗.
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚞.“𝚁-𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘... 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊?”
“𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚢𝚊?!” 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚔. “𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊? 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊—𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒! 𝙳𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞... 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊!”
𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗.
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚔, 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒-𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚒. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊-𝚊𝚙𝚊.
“𝙰-𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞, 𝚁𝚎𝚗,” 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝-𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝. “𝙺𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛... 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐?”
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒. 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚜.
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖-𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚔.
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙.
“𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘,” 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜. “𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒? 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝙻𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜? 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚗?"
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊? 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐.
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘. “𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝚁𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞... 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊.”
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊. 𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒. “𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊?”
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗. “𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘-𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚔? 𝙱𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞-𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒... 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞.”
“𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗?” 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗.
“𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚔, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜—𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚞? 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊... 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚞, 𝚔𝚊𝚗?” 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖.
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖, 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝.
“𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚔𝚞. 𝙱𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜,” 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗.
𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗.
𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗.
𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚊. 𝙸𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞, 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕. 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘... 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗.
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚝. “𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘?”
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖. “𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞, 𝚃𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞... 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊.”
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗.
“𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒,” 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊. “𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒... 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔, 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.”
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. “𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒. 𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐.”
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔. 𝙸𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊—𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚀𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞, 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊.
“𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔,” 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊. “𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚞. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒... 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞.”
𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗. “𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞, 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊.”
𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕, “𝙺𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊... 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚑. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚀𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊.”
