Ahh!! Finished.I just completed watching a romcom movie, I checked the time on the wall clock as it was 2am. It was already midnight as I stretched my arms above my head.It's been two days since I cursed Harold in Spanish and also made a fool of myself.What a shame!!I shook that thought off. I was really parched but my water bottle was empty. I sighed and got out of my bed with my water bottle. As I passed by, my gaze fell onto the alluring moon. It was a full moon and glowing brightly in the midst of darkness.I had this song in my head, I sit by myself, talking to the moon.I know I'm all alone here but I don't feel that loneliness in here, maybe because of Dylan.But Dylan rarely visits this house.Oh Dylan!! When are you gonna come meet me.I'm just like Juliet waiting for her Romeo to come meet her.I sighed.Go and fill the water bottle.Yeah.. yeah.With that I descended downstairs, everything was dark with no lights illuminating. I walked towards the kitchen and in silence
Ohhhhhh!! I'm tired..I do nothing yet I am tired.God!!! Day by day my laziness is worsening.I broke my knuckles and stretched my neck.I need a strong coffee to shoo away my indolence..Nowadays...... Mr Harold Kingston has been ignoring my presence after the day I witnessed him having a nightmare.When did he acknowledge your presence??Inner Naomi butted in like she always does.Never. He never acknowledged your presence.True..... I agreed with her.But he's acting strange. Maybe he didn't like the fact that I witnessed him having a nightmare or maybe he's embarrassed.He better be embarrassed..I tried to join the dots and came up to a conclusion....which is, Harold had a girlfriend in his past, who was killed by his rival mafia gang. So Mr mafia king is still in guilt, blaming himself for the death of his beloved girlfriend.Simple..Well, he is in blame for her death.Poor guy..I really pity him.I clicked my tongue as I shook my head.I have a coffee to prepare.I descended
Card,..I was still staring at the Card, which Marcel left on the counter for me. Marcel Dèlacourt.... I guess he's the rival mobster of Harold. Maybe he's the one who killed Harold's beloved. But why?I was standing infront of the stove as I was preparing spaghetti for myself for dinner but my mind was still deep rooted into this card as I was trying to join the dots... to solve the mystery.Come on Naomi, it's the same cliche mafia story, you can solve it.Right..So I think it was a love triangle, Marcel and Harold both loved the same girl. But the girl chose Harold over Marcel, maybe because Marcel is too old...I guess so. And Marcel didn't like the rejection because it hurted his ego and in vengeance he killed the girl.Maybe Marcel's thinking was same like of those mafia villains.If she cannot be mine, she cannot be anyone's.With that he killed Harold's beloved.But why didn't he kill Harold.?Yeah, in most of the sad ending movies, the villain kills both hero and heroine. Aga
So it was the day of my another trip to Molokai with Harold and Dylan. I was standing near the main door waiting for Harold to come out of his room. I checked the time on my watch and it was 6:50 am.Ten more minutes to go..This time, I will not allow that Harold snooty Kingston to lecture me or insult me. It hurts my pride plus my self respect.And this time I want to enjoy my trip without being stuck with him anywhere. I hope this time I get stuck somewhere with Dylan.A creepy smile formed on my lips as I thought about Dylan.Oh Dylan!! You are making my heart go crazy..Suddenly I saw Harold walking out of his room in his black suit looking fresh as ever. Wow!! He looks hot in black but Dylan is more hotter than him.Huh!!I twitched my lips at both the corner of my lips.Egoistic jerk narc..He stopped in front of the staircase and looked upto it before pulling his phone out. He pressed something on his phone before placing it onto his ear.So he's giving me that morning annoyin
Shit!!I instantly pushed her away from me. "I am straight, girl." I exaggerated on the word straight and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.The waitresses scowled at me, "I wasn't kissing you ma'am..." the waitress rolled her eyes. ".... I was just helping you, you were short of breath so mouth to mouth breathing was important." with that she stood up and walked away."Naomi!!" Dylan came with a towel in his hand.He was all dry... so he wasn't the one who saved me from drowning. He wrapped the towel around my shoulders."Are you alright?" He asked and I nodded.I glanced up only to find Harold, totally drenched from top to bottom. So he was the one who saved me."Are you...okay?" He asked softly as I nodded.He turned his attention towards Zhang Chang before glaring hard at him. "She lost her grip and fell into the water infront of you Mr Chang." He yelled."I thought she knew how to swim."In return Harold scoffed."While falling she screamed that she don't know how to swim ye
One week and four days.....One week and four days are remaining, after this, my stay here ends. It completes the one month of me staying here. And within these days I have a very important thing to do and that is, confess my feelings to Dylan.Before leaving Hawaii, I want him to know about my love towards him. If he feels the same about me, I'll be the happiest woman in this world and if not, I'll swallow the pain and leave Hawaii.I hope he feels the same towards me..I sighed.I don't know when and where to confess my feelings to him. Surely not infront of Harold, Somewhere out, it should be only me and Dylan.Maybe I should ask Dylan to take me out one day and there I'll do my love confession.I crossed my fingers and clenched my eyes shut in anxiety.I hope he loves me too..I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. I am an optimist, think positive and be positive. Everything's gonna be alright.Okay..I sauntered out of my room before descending downstairs. I was about to enter
Ten thousand dollars? For what?I just bought a pair of gorgeous heels and a gorgeous dress and now look at the bill.We were inside the car, Harold was driving and I was on the passenger seat with my eyes glued on the bill paper."Staring at the paper continously will not deduct the zero in it, Miss Nolan." Harold said but his eyes were on the windscreen.I opened my mouth to reply but closed because I didn't know what to say,He is right.I crumpled the paper and kept it aside."I'll return your money, once I reach New York."For God sake, I have to give him ten thousand dollars."It's not needed, think of it as a gift from me." He said and with that he stopped the car infront of a boatyard and facing it was a marine. Again the same mischievous sly smile curled up his lips."So shall we...?" He said and got out and I did the same.We both walked up towards the yatch, which was parked at the edge of marine. We both climbed up the yatch.Gotta bad experience with water transports.The
"You look sad and you're also crying, what happened?" Harold asked instead as I looked up at him,My lips trembled as again more of my tears flowed down my cheeks."Hey, are you okay?" He asked.Why the hell is he being nice to me?"Nothing!!" I snapped my head to the other side before wiping my tears."You can share with me, think of me as your friend."Why the hell is he talking to me,can't he just walk away from me."Don't you dare sweet talk to me." I snapped as I was still not looking at him."I am not." Apparently his voice was soft this time."Then just go and leave me alone." I was still not looking at him."I know you have feelings towards Dylan." He suddenly said as I slowly turned my head towards him with teary eyes and puffy nose."I know you have feelings towards Dylan." He suddenly said as I slowly turned my head towards him with teary eyes and puffy nose."You can share, you'll feel light and.....good." He said and I gulped.Whenever I am sad on some matters or tensed,