"Are you very curious?" asked Dirga, his eyes fixed on the future. Make sure the vehicle is moving safely.
"I'm serious."
"The one who donated a heart for me turned out to be my best enemy, my pride is really at stake here" Dirga's tone was flat.
"Your best enemy?" Winda made sure.
"Yes."
"I don't understand why you call him like that?" Winda adjusted her seat again.
Best enemy? Where there is the best enemy, the enemy is evil. Thought Winda.
"As I said, my best enemy is my best friend since childhood, we grew up together and are always being compared. That is why we have become accustomed to competing for praise and attention. As time goes by, I hate him even more because he is always superior to me. The peak of my hatred when the woman I like prefers him. "