All Chapters of Trip Series 1: A Trip To Your Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

  "Diii!"  The next thing I know, the girl with a supermodel built body is kissing Dion.  I was rooted in my place, unable to move. It feels like there is a strong magnetic force that stops me from doing anything, my feet were frozen in the ground. People that are also in this Opera House for a visit glanced at us, probably because of the girl's loud voice when he called Dion.  And what did he call him? Diii?  I saw some of them cringe as their eyes laid on Dion who is being kissed by the girl. As expected, when someone kisses a man, the man wouldn't dare to push the girl away. Instead, he will enjoy the kiss, perhaps that's how Dion feels right now.  My gaze fell on the cold floor. For an unknown reason, I feel like the world has just collapsed. There is a heavy feeling in my chest. In just a split of a second, the thousands of bolt that I felt as my skin touched with Dion was replaced by a painful fang in my che

  "Please give my son a reason to fight. Please, be the reason for him to fight."  I felt like the world just stopped revolving, the clock stopped ticking, and someone dropped a bomb in front of me and it explodes right away. My mind stopped working as well, if that's even possible, everything is in a freeze. Mr. Fidel's words are the only thing that circulates in my mind and my surroundings as of the moment, it is the bomb that was dropped in front of me and immediately exploded, and here I am, still doesn't know what's happening.  Did I hear it right? Did the father just ask me— no, did the father just begged me to give his son a reason to fight? And that reason is me? Did I hear it right or I was just imagining and hearing things on my own? Because honestly, I can't believe it if that's what exactly happened. I mean, hello? Usually, the father will threaten me to stay away from his son, especially if he doesn't like me, but the opposite happen

"Stop staring!" I glared at Dion was sitting beside me.  He has been staring at me ever since I arrived. If I had just known he would just stare at me the whole time and tease me, I shouldn't have agreed to go to his house early in the morning.  "Why? Am I not allowed to stare at my girlfriend?"  I suppressed the smile when I heard him addressed me as his girlfriend. I bite my lips which is a bad idea because I accidentally bit the wounded part, making me utter an "Ouch!". He held my face when he heard me and carefully caress the small wound on my lower lip, his brows met as he scolded me,  "You shouldn't have bite it, I could bite it for you," he said, making me glare at him.  "And what? Make it more swollen and wounded than it is now? No thanks!"  The moment I told him last night that I am ready to give our feelings a chance, he was fast as lighting to cross the distance between us and kiss me.

  Bahnhofstrasse, one of Zurich, Switzerland's shopping boulevard, and one of the world's most exclusive and expensive shopping avenues. With the famous shopping brands surrounding it, from Burberry, Chanel, Dior, Giorgio Armani, Gucci, H&M, Louis Vuitton, Prada, and all that expensive brands that a commoner like me can't afford. It was also named as the most expensive street for retail property in Europe and ranked third worldwide in 2011.  The street is popular with both visitors and locals, and one of the most must-visit in Zurich. Paradeplatz, which is Zurich's banking center and most famous town square of the city is located towards the end of Bahnhofstrasse, closest to Lake Zurich. And those three are supposed to be the places we should visit today, but because of Dion, we have a change of plans. A couple of minutes after we separated ways with Caroline, Francis, and Janice, Caroline texted me saying,  "Just enj

  "Dad insisted that I should take the operation as soon as possible. With my condition, it needs immediate action, and I am actually late, given that I was thinking of giving up before. There would be procedures, and preparations before performing the operation. They need to do some sorts of tests, CT scan, and all that, and it would take weeks, even a month. Dad would be the in-charge doctor for the surgery, as always. He's a General Surgeon after all and he knows what he is doing."   I was just silent while listening to Dion as he explains the procedures they would do for his Brain Surgery. All the things that were bothering me when I am still afraid to face what I feel for this man resurfaced. This is one of the things that I fear. His condition.   Brain Surgery doesn't guarantee his survival. It is fifty-fifty. The possibilities are endless, and I am afraid for the worst one. That is the least among the least thing I wanted to happen. &nbs