It was Sunday. The rain was dropping in the morning. I was still at home. Nuri made macaroni schottel for our heavy snack but I was not interested.
Anindya, Dastan, and Bibik were still at Erlangga. In the evening Anindya came to pick their clothes and milk bottles. She reported that Dastan had just been brought to a doctor because he was vomiting.
In the evening the rain came again, heavier. Rahutama went out.
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