
Aletta was pacing on the porch of the house, she was waiting for her husband to come. The woman wanted to call her husband to come home soon, but his phone was gone and he had not bought a new one. Using the house phone, he has not yet memorized what Yovan's phone number is.
"Where's Mas Yovan anyway? Twelve o'clock at night, is there still work?" Inner Aletta.
Before long, there was the sound of a gate opening. Mob appeared...