Chapter 17. Lebanon

"It turns out that working with foreigners is very different from working in our own country. They're excited. If it continues like this, in less than a month, we'll be finished," said Araf as he leaned back on the sofa.

When he entered the guesthouse, Araf took a chair near the window. Although this house was built simply because of work, the view was crazy. A towering mountain with a thin sprinkling of snow on it was the view Araf was looking at. Not only Araf, as a connoisseur of water views, Sagara was mesmerized by the river extending at the mountain's foot. The river was so blue that it was even bluer than the ocean Sagara had seen.

"I hope so, too," Sagara responded.

Araf turned his body around. "How about we go tonight? Aren't you tired yet?" he asked.

Sagara tugged at the corner of his lips. He smiled a simple smile. His job here was to deliver what the architecture said. It was a light job, but if many of the coolies were incompetent, he would be the one w