INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Demetry cuddled aroung Dotun while they both stare unattentively at the television set, the tv makes indistinct chatter as a man cracks away uneccesray jokes that doesnt catch the attention of either of them.

Dotun adjust himself for a second, forcing Demetry to follow suit, worry is etched over his face as silence continues to ravage the room.

Dotun relieves himself from his slouching position sitting upward and adjusting Demetry's head carefully on his lap, Demetry rises forcibly.Dotun stares boldly in her eyes, she returns the gaze.

DOTUN
Marry Me
Demetry widens her eyes in awe with a questioning look, Beat.

DOTUN (CONT'D)
Marry me?

DEMETRY
Why?
Dotun takes her hand drawing her closer to him, he elevates her chin so their eyes meet but with more sincerity this time, he pushes a gulp down his throat.

DOTUN
Marry me because....



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EXT - TRAFFIC - DAY
The road is packed in all ways possible, cars ill-arranged as a result of hasty driving. A traffic officer tries earnestly to lessen the traffic. Loud irritating sounds of horn follow each other incessantly.

A man in a picanto sticks his head out yelling to the honda right in front of him. Two men dressed officially at the far front get into a heated argument. Camera pans around the road and stops on a prado stuck in the traffic, push through glass its Demetry and Dotun.


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INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

DOTUN
You are the best thing that happened to me

Dotun plants a kiss on her forehead, camera shifts to tv, we see the man still chanting.

EXT - ROAD -
Dotun steps out of his car, his neatly polished shoe glittering in the sun, he positions his collar rightly then blows a sharp deafening whistle.

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INT - ROOM - NIGHT
The room is in partial darkness, the blue bulb lit by the corner doesn't do much of enhancement to its view, a tiny table can be seen at the edge and right above it a counterfeit Monalisa portrait.

The camera moves through the darkness to the bed where loud moans protrude from, no faces seen...the loud sound of a cloth being ripped engages the room as a lady moans loudly.
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