''Why is he calling me, now, of all time?'' Omar frowned, seeing Antonio's number pop up on his screen.He waited for a brief second, hearing the phone ring, before he eventually picked up.Ahem!Clearing his throat, he forced a crooked smile, revising what he could and couldn't say.''Hey, young friend, it's been centuries he-he.'' Omar let out boisterous laughter immediately after he picked up the call.However, he didn't hear the expected voice of Antonio, not even a whisper.''Hello?'' Omar mumbled, his eyes raised.''O-old fellow.'' A weak voice, almost out of breath came out of Omar's phone, which made his face contort.''Antonio?'' He asked. ''What's wrong?''''I-I'll text you the de-'' The call ended halfway through Antonio's words, which made Omar feel a sense of discomfort and foreboding.He didn't call back, though, from the brief exchange they had just now, he could tell that Antonio was most probably in a deep mess. It would be better if he texted him as he said.'Hopefu
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