The glass window of the car rolled down and I saw the face of Lyndon, that good Engineer who likes to accuse people around and Papa’s business partner. I sighed for the nth times and nodded, agreeing to him half-heartedly. “I know, I know,” I said and frowned. He’s been talking about how it’s not safe to travel alone, and I can still hear him talk about it even when we almost reach the port. It’s just annoying. I’m not a kid anymore but why does he always scold me? I know his point and I understand it, but I just let him blabber because his car was about to reach the Larica building. I leaned forward on the back of the passenger seat and looked out the windshield. The car turns to Pier 3 and turns to gate 5, where Pier 1 is. Until now, I didn’t understand why the numbering of the piers and gates was reversed. I think it just exactly only at Pier 3, eh? “The renovation will start next week. In the meantime, don’t visit the Port,” Lyndon said suddenly, cutting my thoughts. I looked
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