From Sunday morning until night, Keith spent his time watching random movies on the cable TV channel with Marie, and Larch, who was watching on his lap. They did not do other activities apart from that. Occasionally he rose from his chair to make new snacks when they were hungry and returned to his seat. Several times, he tried so hard to pretend not to notice Marie's gaze, who was not on their TV screen, but him. It was a look that made him a little uncomfortable about it. For reasons he did not understand, he found himself not bothering at all about Marie's strange look. And for the same reason, his heart pounded every time he noticed Marie's gaze.He did not understand at all the change in Marie's attitude since the day before yesterday, which had turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Suddenly it turned soft, not as stiff as usual. Taking the initiative to make breakfast that ends in a ruined kitchen (reminds her of her mother first, only so much better), then offers t

Thirty minutes later, he was already in the Gajah Mada area, staying at a local coffee shop near a row of textile shops that was already filling up with visitors from both local and foreign tourists. Tatius and Robert at the Kumbasari market, leaving him uninterested in shopping. For the business of souvenirs, he entrusted completely to Tatius. While sipping the second coffee he had just ordered, he stared at Gajah Mada street, which was getting busy with various vehicles. The new thing for him was when he saw a motorcyclist carrying three passengers casually as if it was normal. Then followed by the sound of a horn from an impatient vehicle when a car stopped for a moment because it was blocked by a randomly overtaking motorbike.What a busy morning, huh?Again he sipped the black coffee he ordered earlier, which

Keith almost jumped in surprise when he realized that Marie was standing behind him, smiling confidently, as she stopped him from escaping. He turned around, looked at Marie with blinking eyes."Err, that ...," he realized the gazes of all the customers—mostly women—who were now waiting for an answer from him. "I ..."For a moment, he threw a sharp gaze at Aura, who was now whistling to avoid his gaze, serving customers who had just entered their cafe. Marie smirked at his reaction. Without waiting long, the woman immediately kissed his left cheek."It's taking too long to get your answer, so let me take care of it," Marie grinned and held his hand tightly, then led him out of the cafe, pulling him up in front of a Volkswagen car, which was parked neatly on the curb in front of the cafe, before the women managed to catch him. His hand was still on the cheek that the woman had kissed earlier, feeling a warm tinge that must have now created a blush on his

The handkerchief that she got from a mysterious woman that helped her before was now covered with blood from the cut she received while protecting her bag from the snatchers, but it did not prevent Patricia from giving a happy squeal. She sat in a chair a little way from the window, not daring to see what the woman was doing outside. Her body still felt limp from her fear, so all she could do was lean back against the chair while looking around this cafe.Honestly, this was the first time she had passed through this area. Not without reason, she walked with no direction to bring her to this area in Rose city that she had never walked through it before. It was her heartbreak that led her down to this route, not knowing that this area had a high enough crime rate. She could tell for sure based on her own experience when she walked casually while looking at the screen of her smartphone, and suddenly two men appeared beside her, immediately grabbed her bag just like that. Refl

Alan sat on the edge of the Renon field walkway, watching the rows of local residents doing morning exercises in front of the flagpole facing the south—according to Robert's words—watching the crowd of local people dressed in gymnastics following the movement of the gymnastics instructor, who was standing in front of them, leading the crowd. He did the morning exercises with such passionate enthusiasm that even amazed him. His boyfriend also followed the gymnastics instructor's movements with gusto after being dragged away by a woman they did not even know, inviting him as if Tatius were her own son. His eyes subconsciously savoured the sight of Tatius' body in a workout suit, which was much more seductive to him than the body of a woman in her early twenties with perfect curves, who was busy getting his attention. He refrained from approaching his boyfriend and taking him away from here, resuming their evening session at their villa. No, no. He could not do