45 Ella

"Ella," says Zed, glints of nervousness painting his face. I want to make things right with you. I want to give our relationship a proper name."

A pang of pain wraps my heart. This man is indeed silly enough to jump into a cliff of uncertainties. He knows I can never promise a future for both of us, but he is still making a fool of himself. He has been there.

"May I see what's in that other box, please?" I tell him, changing the topic. I am also curious about what is he's asking in that other box.

Zed stares at me for a while before he moves his eyes towards the two attendants watching us from afar.

One nod from Zed, and the two come forward. One of them is still holding the heart-shaped pillow that carries the box. The two attendants bow slightly before the bearer of the pillow puts down the box carefully in front of me. My heartbeats turn into a frenzy. It pounds hard against my ear as I feel I know what's written on the strip inside.