Syakir : Rico, do you know where fikram is?
Rico : Who is Fikram. I do not know him!
Syakir : Fikram, the seventh grader. He just sat here, and he disappeared
Rico : What does he look like?
Syakir : His hair is wavy. He is fairly tall and his skin is dark
Rico : What about his eyes?
Syakir : His eyes are slanted
Rico : Is there Fikram?
Syakir : Where?
Rico : There, behind the library
What is Syakir doing?