“Rob, come on pumpkin. I have a surprise for you…” Jessica’s teasing tone was enough for Robert to ignore Mike. Robert snapped to Mike and shrugged his shoulder before following Jessica, like a good puppy to her room. His expectation was left to hung when Jessica explained what she had done.               It wasn’t long before Mike lost interest in the TV show and switched off to go to bed.  2 pairs of ears were pressing through an inch slit of the open door, next to the master bedroom. Mike paced casually and entered the bedroom next door to hear a muffled scream of Sarah. He quickly closed the door behind and turned on the dim light. His eyes froze on the most delicious view in the whole world. Throat constricted. Eyes darkened. A slight fever crept to the back of his neck and he stood there, staring at Sarah for a moment before realizing she was actually struggling to free herself. He rushed over to her

                Hand-in-hand, the couples rounded the mansion, padding along the soft green grass which descends to a slope.  Mike had parked his car underground. Once the garage door rolled up, Jessica and Roberts's eyes went wide open at the cars parked there. Mike’s car actually is the lowest profiled one. There was a Bentley, Austin Martin, a Ferrari, and a few Hummers that is used by the bodyguards. The cars didn’t surprise Sarah but the Harleys Davidsons and antique Royal Enfield parked at a corner magnetized her the most. “Your dad must be crazy about cars!!!” Jessica gasped with awe. “Yeah right!!! You expect him to drive these?” Mike asked, leaning on the door entry “Then, it’s yours?” he just nodded to Robert’s question and walked towards his usual BMW.               He opened the driver's seat’s door when another delicate hand inter

              A beach buggy was waiting for them at the exit. Mike looked over his shoulder to Robert and Jessica, who were following them closely. “You guys need buggy?” being exhausted, they took the offer and sped to the beach house.               2 gone, 1 more left, that is Leo. Mike signaled Leo to not follow them, insisting on walking Sarah to the beach house. Strong sea breeze clings to their clothes, gently swaying palm trees. Hair strands flung wild, needing consistent attention. The vicinity grew colder and colder by second, shrinking Sarah a little as she tries to endure the temperature change. Mike wrapped her shoulder and pulled her closer to him “Are you sleepy?” he raised her hand to his lips, pressing gently. “No…” this is what he aimed for– slow walk, entertaining small talks with dimmed pathway light leading the way in perfect sequence.

             Flimsy pages of the newspaper rustled between Joseph’s fingers when a whirl caught his attention, procrastinating Donald Trump’s latest announcement. There she comes, climbing down the buggy with a smile brighter than the sun.               The only agenda in their planner is to spend the day in the mansion, starting off with the PlayStation in Mike’s room. Sarah was unbeatable back in school but now she lost touch. After the third game, she was left with no choice but to sit on Mike’s lap to distract him. Before he could regain his view of the screen, Sarah had already won the game. Sarah even cooked a few simple dishes for Joseph, along with the regular buffet but in the end, they all fought for a bite of her cooking.               It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Sarah and

The sea is especially calm today. Seagulls arched over the sky, that is showering gentle warmth– or is it just Mike? He woke up next to a rag doll, submerged into a deep sleep with rhythmic calm breath– A rare occasion. He tiptoed out of the chalet, to the mansion for a coffee and some breakfast.                When he re-entered the room, Sarah had just woken up. White sheets beneath her crumpled into million geometrical lines. In one hand, she held the duvet dearly to her chest, hiding her newborn nakedness. Her legs crossed sideways and a bit parted. Hair swept to one side. Her eyes were still shut and she looked like she is possessed by a ghost. “Good morning sweetheart…” his voice startled her and she looked up, hardly got a good look at him before shutting them back– bouncing between planets, perhaps. “Morning baby…” she wiggled 2 fingers at him as a ‘wave’.