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"Are you... still feeling sad, Na?" Koni asks the woman sitting beside her. Since getting into the carpool, she's kept her eyes closed. Usually, she'd chat or fix her hair to look beautiful before work. But for the past few days, Koni has noticed that Dena is quieter than usual.

The recent question prompts her to open her eyes halfway. "Yeah," she replies shortly. She moves slowly and reaches into her bag, grabbing the cigarette box that's always there. Without needing any command, Koni lights it up for her. Then, with a casual motion, she lowers the car window a bit. Observing the road they're traveling, she says, "Jon, just turn off the AC. I'm smoking."

"Sure thing, Miss," Jonno, the chauffeur who picks up the woman almost every day, says. He's quite awestruck by her beauty. In nearly ten years, Seira Denaswari hasn't changed at all. If anything, she's become even more beautiful. Her porcelain-like skin, complemented by red hair this time, has remained captivating.