"Is it no problem??".
"Yeah. Better than hanging out, playing games, or drinking coffee. I think it's gonna be something fun for us".
"Oh okay.. I'm gonna buy the paint".
"You're gonna buy it??".
"Yeah. Who else?".
"How are you gonna carry it??".
"That motorcycle".
"You have no idea.. This room needs a lot of paint. Give me the money so my friends can buy it. Someone brought a car".
"Do they not mind?".
"I've told you, our life is relaxed.. So, you don't have to think too much".
That day was accompanied by unique music. Damar's group of friends seemed like painters who drew on the canvas. They turned the first floor into a gallery and product display worth enjoying.
They took turns working until late. The long-haired man was able to keep bringing his friends, not sure how and from where. They kept coming and going.
Dea was dumbfounded, let alone Aruna.