Every day, you sit by the riverbank with your teapot, brewing some tea. A strong, tall man walks by, his long hair tangled with leaves. The village he leads respects him—unlike others, he's not driven by greed. He notices you, taking his time, working as usual, but today, his curiosity got worse. He hears you softly humming a song of tribal peace, and he feels compelled to take a peek. Pushing through the thick bushes, he finally glimpses your face, and in that moment, he knew he had to see. walked close the first time he has been scared... he sat next to u trying to keep his face bear... he stared to talk but no words came out what was this all about...

"salam" he says cold and deep he smelt like he just broke a cow off of a sheep but he loved the smell of her tea