(hesitating) Captain… her face. The scar on her hand from the fishing hook. I remember you told me about it when we were drunk one night. She is your—
(Silence. Then the sound of stone cracking.) dialog malin kundang 4 orang
(smirking) Exactly, Tembaga. My husband comes from a noble line in a faraway city. This woman is clearly lying. Let’s go before the crowd gathers. (hesitating) Captain… her face