"Yeah, I did. Now."

I scoff as he said. "You did? Now?" Was he telling me that it's me?

"Yeah. Now." He says in a whisper, still looking at me.

I look away, and a scoff's escape on my lips. Even if he cannot say it, or I won't say it, I know he is talking about me. I can feel it.

I take a sip of coconut juice before giving him a statement. "With whom?" I ask, although I already know.

"Why do you wanna know?" He chuckling ask.

"Cannot I? Why can't you just say it?"

"Well, it's not the time for me to confess, I guess." He says, shrugging his shoulder and take a sip of coconut juice then placing it in his side after.

Jeez. It's me. Should I talk frankly on him?

I really wanna know because I have a plan. This plan sucked and sounds immature but, I want someone to feel what I feel.

"It's me? Isn't it?" I confronted.

It took for him so long before he could answer my question.

"You?" His shoulders lifted because of his short laughs. "How can you say that it was you?"

"What? Why? I am wrong? Okay. If not me, then why can't you answer my question?" I don't care if it wasn't me. Who is he, anyway. However, he is too obvious. "Tsh. You're obvious, boy." I say, smiling at him teasingly.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks.

"So it was me?" I look at him, lifting my right brow.

He didn't answer. Instead, his jaw clenched followed by nodding his head.

"See? I wasn't wrong." I chuckle.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He asks again.

"I don't have." I didn't lie. I already broke up with my husband. And our relationship now only exists in the paper.

"You don't have. But a husband?"

My forehead furrowed as he had said. "What? A husband?" I pretended that I don't have.

"Yeah. You have a ring tho." He says, looking at my hand where my wedding ring is on.

"Oh, this? Just accessories." Darn it. I forgot to take it off.

"Oh is that so —"

"Then you are free now?" He cut my line.

Jeez. He's so quick huh. Then, let's my plan begin. This may sound bad, but I really wanted to do this. I was hurt. I was being betrayed. And I want revenge.

"What do you mean, free? Please be straightforward so I can give an answer right away." I say in a nice way. This is the first stage of getting someone's heart. Being nice.

"I mean, would you let me court you? This may sound ridiculous but I really like you. Until now." He says in full of sincerity.

"Until now?" I wondered. "Why? Did you... Did you like me before?" I ask bewilders.

"Yes. I've been liking you for 9 years."

For nine years?

Wait... The last time I came here, I was 13 years old. Could it be...

"Wait. This is not the first time you saw me then?" I ask, still confused.

"Yeah. The first time I saw you that time was... You are having a quiet dinner with your parents inside the hotel. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and red sandals. With your brown curly hair that is tied up causing your beautiful neckline to show off— oh, I'm sorry for saying these things but, uh... you have a beautiful neckline." He says awkwardly when I raised my brow at him, but suddenly I smile.

Right. I remember that scene. If never thought that there was a boy who is watching me at that time.

"So, what happens next?" I ask.

"One day, you were standing alone at the balcony of your room. I was watching you from a distance until you smile just looking at the calm waves of the sea. I admit I fell in love. I haven't seen a girl who has an angelic smile and gorgeous eyes. And I fell in love with you even more, when I saw how kind your heart is towards the ordinary people."

What trash words. I mean, Brandon said a word like that to me before. And look at what he did now?

Fuck it.

"Is that so?" I smile. I'm sarcastic.

"Yeah."

"Then, what's next?"

"Now that I already confessed to you. What can you say about it? Do you have comments?"

"Comments? You want to hear my comments?"

"I guess so." He says, shrugging his shoulder. He is a bit nervous.

"Well," I stood up. "Let's date then," I say makes him shocked. He stood up from sitting on the sand.

"What did you say?" He asks, and there is little smile grew on his face.

"You hear it. I know —"

"I need you to repeat it."

"Are you commanding me?" I say in a joking way.

"I just wanted to hear it again."

"Lets date," I repeated.

"Are you sure?" He asks unbelievably.

"Yes. You like me right? And it's not hard to like you too, so lets date then. Tomorrow. I will see you tomorrow." I say started to walk. He followed me.

"Maybe I can take you back to the hotel? Bad guys might bump on you again."

"Yes, you can. Please." I chuckle and he chuckles too.

This guy doesn't know that I am just fooling him around.

I'm sorry boy.

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I wake up the next morning, with lots of missed calls and messages from Brandon. I admit it, I cried and felt the weight in my chest while reading his messages to me.

He's begging me to forgive him, come back to him to start a new life with me. And as much as I wanted to accept it, I cant. Because what he did to me was still running through my mind and no matter how much I tried to forget it, I cant. I am fucking cant.

He hurts me. He broke my hundred percent trust.

I was about to turn off my phone, when a message from Mika had pop up on my screen, saying sorry for betraying.

Another tear had dripped down on my cheeks. Both people that I trusted the most in my life betrayed me. I cant still believe it. So, even if they cried blood in front of me right now, I won't... I won't forgive them.

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