The Macau Love Story
19 (Back of Village)

Why is he here?, do they live here too?"

As small as this world is, without my guessing and without my imagining, I met Nayla, and now, I have to see her here, and worse, she's with her new family.

My hand reflex hit the steering wheel in front of me, to hell with all the unfinished media, and Alvin, now I have to meet my father who has left me.

Argg,,,! Sh*it,,,! Shit, my curse for the umpteenth time.

I drove my vehicle through the glitter of the streets. I throw a rough breath, annoyed not playing when remembering the betrayal of father to mother.

What made you betray me?"

I exhaled again in frustration.

Until when I arrived at the apartment, I realized the presence of the media crew, sitting on a bench in the garden under the apartment building. They were very curious about Nayla, which is why there are still some journalists who sometimes live under flats, in restaurants and hotels.

No matter how he was, my long footsteps entered the Flat I lived in.

I need Nayla, only she can comfort me, only she can temper my anger. Yeah, I'll be home tonight.

I can do whatever I want, even if I have to leave my job for days, after all there is Rondi and Clara, uncle Marco can take care of more than one restaurant.

When I wrote the clock around my wrist at nine, I had to quickly book a boat ticket now.

At least ten o'clock I should have been at the dock, and before twelve o'clock at night, I must have been in Hong Kong.

I click the ok button on the ticket with departure at 22:15.

I just have to bring my notebook and my laptop.

Wearing a shirt I had folded in with a long-sleeved shirt, I combined it with shorts hoping that the clothes I was wearing could outwit those news-seekers.

Before actually coming out, I re-examined my appearance, having to be completely unrecognizable.

Right after being under the flat, I turned my gaze around me, sneaking around so as not to get caught by the net reporters.

It's only nine o'clock, usually the news hunters will stay until ten or even eleven p.m. But if the information is really needed, they are even willing to wait until the morning.

I made it out of my apartment area, I'm taking a taxi to the dock.

Aman, Huh, now I'm in a taxi.

"Okay sir" replied the taxi driver, glancing at the rearview mirror, before turning the steering wheel.

But the fight is not over. I'm sure at the dock there must be media that will cover whatever happened tonight.

Almost thirty minutes away, the pier is already visible from behind the glass of the car. I improved my appearance back before going down.

While walking towards the waiting chair, even some of them had already passed me and scattered into every Corridor intersection.

Oh shit, they know me

Instantly my brain was made to work to find a way to hide from them. I tried to look in a direction I could make a gap to run.

“Hey.!”. Suddenly one of them called out to me, he was wearing neat clothes. The two people beside him carried the camera. They are none other than reporters from the television media, visible from the name of one of the TV stations written on their uniforms.

No matter what the paparazzi scream, I really had to disappear in front of him.

Right behind the lush flower plants I can hide. I kept quiet while trying to catch my breath, until they were gone, and the departure time was 10 minutes, and I ran back to the ticket check line.

I handed him a piece of my ticket that I had previously taken from the available machine.

Closing my face with both hands, heaving a heavy sigh, and my breathing grew even more relieved when I saw the ship had started to move away.

I'm safe now.

Arriving at my mother's apartment, I again sneaked into my own house. Fear of waking those who must have fallen asleep.

When I opened the door, I saw Nayla wrapped in a blanket to the stomach. Not wanting to wake her up, I closed the door slowly so as not to make any noise. I eroded the distance until my steps got closer, my heart was filled to see him sleeping by holding my shirt. His regular breathing, made me instantly forget the Plan I had laid out while on the ship. Unable to wake her up, I chose to clean myself into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I wrote that the clock was hanging at one in the morning, I rushed up to the bed, laying my body beside Nayla.

I stared at his face while I waited for my eyes to close

Surprise for tomorrow morning, may your heart not explode baby, I murmured and then kissed her forehead.

it took me about 15 minutes for my eyes to close perfectly...

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