Not Your Typical Love Story

ric old lady who was standing be

ing the elderly woman slowly. Myra obs

Milla, not Myra… she vaguely remembered that

eyes looking downcast. Myra assumed this old lady was someone he knew, watching them slo

d how Hart attempted to console her, offering her a wad of tissues to dry her tears,

her, Ina had departed. Myra couldn’t fathom what was going on and he

her in the morning. Now that an elder had mistaken her for Milla,

he break the qu

y had the opportunity to experience natural surroundings. The air was fresh and some small breezes cooled t

omfortable life. She had yet to see much of the world. The fact that she had an overcontrolling father suggested she was the only child of a magnate. She had not ment

ood to yo

ooned a mouthful of cool

she thought. But the porridge was plain and had few ingredients, a delicacy she wasn’t

wasn’t keen on seeing Jake and his new girl. It would take he

w Hart looked distracted. She could not read what was on the

a breakfa

in the past would have worked on her father to get

old l

is Milla’

often look lost or guilty when he pronounced Milla’s name. There were few times that he had ca

unusual relationship, she hoped that he wa

was this Milla to him? Did he love her? Was he unab

said after a long pause. Hart looked a li

ast, she sensed Hart’s hand on hers. Some couples passing them just smi

herself in how secure she felt with him. A bri

ome clothes if

for w

confe

. O

nference with him after they hooked up that night, all because ‘it was good for her’. He was always that co

id not have that m

ses and asked for her opinion, to which she just laughed at his sense of fashion. However, she eventually kept one of his choices, which had bee

ld come to an e

r her own purchases except for that one time with Jake, however, that time had been

per, Myra suspected that she was again

acks and finger food at the night market. The most popular dishes were skewered sliced meat known as satay, Jengo rice which was a portion of white rice with

stall for a glass of cold water. Quenching

d at Myra’s

the smallest bit of spice in her dishes. The other fact about her was that she was suc

on her as she finis

s grasp on her hand. She sensed something was wrong, but hesitated to speak her mind until they wer

t familiar with, wher

She had given him her word that she would trust him, afte

coast of Bali. He had a plan, which he wasn’t sure of yet. Considering that she was someone who had been hurt before, would she be will

ly, assisting her out of her flats to sense t

mouth wide open like an “O”. He gr

deout which by now, his father must have caught wind of, this was the one place he would di

re. She had never encountered such a peacefully and aesthetically pleasing place. All the beac

urprise when all of a sudden, Hart em

es. But it is fate that brought us together. Myra

g her fluffy hair in place as the stron

yra. I like yo

that they had known each other? Also, the question of Milla’s presence in his life just perturbed her

s conf