As if there was a bulb suddenly illuminating his friend's mind. "Unless you look again at the device that generated the data report!"

"Who made it?"

"Hold on, let me remember..." Krist's words hung for a moment. "I think, Singto?"

"Singto? You're boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend? Hell, no!" Krist replied while looking at Tay with a look of disbelief. "How could you say that!"

Tay just shrugged his shoulders casually. "Yeah, you guys look close, so I'll just take it that way."

Krist rolled his eyes. "Close like what? Brabble a lot is the right one! He's annoying. I don't like it."

"Whatever," said Tay. "Alright, then you—"

A cell phone is ringing. Someone's calling. Krist was a little surprised, it's his phone. The screen shows the name of his sibling. "My sister?" muttered Krist before finally picked up the phone. "Hello? What's wrong, Sis?"

". . ."

"Hah?!"

Tay turned his head. This time Krist's face was filled with intense worry. His friend bit his lip. "I-I'll be right there. Love you."

The telephone line was turned off.

"Krist, what's wrong?"

Krist turned, a feeling of guilt over his heart. "My mother was hospitalized."

"Oh Lord, just now?"

"Yes, just now. My sister asked me to follow her immediately," said Krist then turned his gaze to his black loafers. "Tay, sorry—"

"Don't. It's okay, Krist. You better get over there," Tay said emphatically. "I have no problem taking care of it myself.

Krist sighed in relief then smiled calmly. "Sometimes, I'm so grateful to be friends with you."

"Sometimes? How cruel."

There was a chuckled coming out of Krist's mouth. After saying goodbye to Tay, he quickly left. Not forget to gave the key he used to open the door's room.