38: Anonymous Call

At six o'clock Rose's car arrived to pick me up. I told him that there was no need for a case, he was really insistent. Mang Kanor is the driver. I already knew him because when Rose and I went home together, they would pass me by. She smiled when I opened the door.

"Thank you."

"Are there many guests at the party?" I asked while Mang Kanor was driving.

"I'm sure there are many, hija. And I think only the rich will attend."

"I hope I don't stay there. I'm not rich," I smiled slightly.

"But you're Rose's friend so you should just go there. And then you're something there. Alas, I immediately remembered my son. It was a dream to attend the parties of the rich."

"How old is your son?"

"Maybe he's just your age. How old are you?" he said while glancing in the rear view mirror.

"Nineteen ..."

"You're only a year apart. It's already twenty."

Because of my conversation with Mang Kanor, I didn't realize that we had arrive