(Sena POV)
"Still Miss Sena, you need to eat."
"Maybe later Cecile." Then I point my lips at Sean direction.
She nodded. She understands what I mean.
"Still Miss Sena, you need to eat."
"Maybe later Cecile." I pointed my lips at Sean direction. Cecile understands what I mean.
They blower my wet hair, while I munch the fruit salad.
Until I caught a glimpse Sean, he finally put down his phone. But he took his Tablet and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
What am I complaining about? He is busy?
Tsk. It's better he was working around you, at least you can see him.
Don't even try to get his attention, he is occupied of too much work.
I get up to the chair and look for the pocketbook I brought from Philippines. I looked for the folded page. I fell on the bed. Swallow by plot and twist of the story.
