After all the formality was gone, Sheva was finally back at his hotel room, complete with the small trophy and a giant cheque that were given by the organizer. The moment his body smelt the bed, though, it was as if there was a hypnotizer there, inviting him to fall asleep immediately.
"Ah… This is a fucking life…" His voice muffled as he spoke with his face lying flat on the pillow.
"At least, take off your shoes and change your clothes into casual ones first before you jump into bed." Bagas shook his head in exasperation.
"Oh, yeah! You are right!" Within a second, the shoes flew wildly, followed by the formal jacket from the sponsor that he always had to wear. As he changed clothes, Sheva also remembered something, turning to his best friend and asking, "So, what is the progress with me withdrawing from the Biel Fest? Is there any repercussion?"
