Aila's POV

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“Where did who go?”

I hear someone behind me despite the heavy rain. Great! First, I couldn’t find Lala Mamay then this rain just won’t stop ruining my mood and right now, some stranger is approaching me.

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I could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to me.

“Hello? Is everything all right?”

The stranger asked yet again.

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I’m scared that something bad might happen. I tightened my grip on the umbrella, slowly closing it as I turned around to smack the lights off of the stranger

But then---

“Wait! it’s me!”

What? This voice...

Where did I hear it before?

Curious to know, I opened my eyes. The stranger grabbed the umbrella with his right hand while the other hand is on my shoulder.

It’s him.

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“Hey, fancy seeing you again.” He greeted me with a smile. Then, he carefully let go of the umbrella and my shoulder

“So, are you alright?”

He asked for the third time.

And just like that.

The tears I tried so hard holding back fell through my cheeks like how the rain kept on pouring down.

“No, I’m not alright.”

I replied, my voice was cracked. I don’t care anymore. I just want to find Lala Mamay.

“You’re really not alright, here take this.”

He said as he took something from his bag. A red handkerchief with a letter ‘R’ embroidered on it by the corner.

“Thank you, Herbert.”

I took the handkerchief and wiped my tears off my face.

“You’re welcome, Aila.”

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I told Herbert what happened about Lala Mamay being missing and for some reason, this heavy feeling I have ever since she got missing somehow does not feel heavier than it was earlier. I wonder why is that?