Kapitel 212: Black turbaned man (Wentira)

Sometimes we are lost for words.

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I was still silent staring at those who were busy talking to themselves in front of me. I don't know what they really want or what they're saying right now because I'm alone in this place without any clues or whatever that allowed me to know this place! But I don't know it at all, because these people in front of me don't understand my language.

What should I do?

I saw the four of them whispering in front of me as if they were talking about something that I might find strange. Because they see me as intimidating. Glancing with sharp gazes and also ravings that don't feel good means I know, but unfortunately, I don't understand their language.