Tazz kept staring at her, his heart in conflict, she appeared honest about each word she spoke, he felt at loss, she was a greedy woman who left him, yet she didn’t feel like that woman who left him with those words... ‘whatever, she is pretending to be a nun, he realised he should go easy’
Just then the manager entered the terrace, followed by few wa
Tazz looked at the note, funnily now, each time he saw a note or a letter, it reminded him of the great Escapist-Maya aka Mahira. The thought made him smile, he opened the note and as expected it was indeed from her.“
Mahira heard Mak whistling, “Whoa, who’d dared send that box to you, does he not know that our diva doesn’t like being sent gifts to,”Mahira ignored him “Its from Tazz,” she answered in a straight tone.
“Mahira, what a lovely way to bump into each other,” Kerr was happy that he had seen Mahira in time and had the opportunity to play this bump ride with her innocently.“Kerr,” Mahira squirmed and tried to free herself from his grip, but he held her tight, “What are you doing here on a Saturday?” She asked , still trying to free herse
Mahira, Ana and Mak decided to catch a bite at the food court area as it was abuzz with people and Jia was enjoying herself. They placed their orders, Mahira and Ana wanted to use the wash room so they left Mak and Jia at the table.Mak took out his phone and began chatting with Miss Mamaducia, his new girlfriend from he didn't know where.
As soon as Mak and Jia reached the table, Mahira and Ana returned too, the washroom was crowded as it was a Saturday, oblivious to what happened when they weren’t here. Jia went to Mahira and hugged her, she felt a rush of warmth run through her, “What happened sweetie, you ok?” Jia beamed and planted a kiss on her cheek as well, “Uncle.. Tama met uncle now,” Mahira sighed,
Mahira shivered as she tried hard to stay in control, he had his chest on her back and was deliberately teasing her, “I..I am not living alone, My husband will be home anytime now, Please leave,”“Shuush,” he quietened her, “Let’s not talk about your husband now, didn’t you just like what happened a while ago, he trailed his fi
Sunday went by peacefully. Mahira happily spent the day at the Chan’s with Jia, Mr. & Mrs. Chan and Mak.“Mommy, look gramma bought toys, I love it,” Mr. & Mrs. Chan treated Jia like their grand daughter and insisted that she address them as grand ma and pa.
Mahira turned to look at him hoping its not another of his cheesy antics, “What?”Kerr cleared his throat, like gearing up to talk about something serious,