“Oh, good morning. You woke up even earlier today. Do you want to sit here with me?” Martin greeted her in this early morning.Celine looked at him suspiciously. He was the kind of person she didn't understand. At times he would be so quiet that she thought he was half mute. Since we are just on good terms, she could tell he was more used to ordering people around rather than being nice to them. And the experience yesterday was kind of odd for her. After eating ice cream together for a while and she told him that she wasn't angry anymore. It was as if Martin had already concluded in his head that she wasn't angry, and he should cease all further effort. Like a switch, his nice kind words spoken in a gentle tone stopped there. We return to speaking normally as if in his head; convincing her to forgive him was like some sort of a mission he had already accomplished. And what he should do was to move on to something else.And that something else was to go back to the villa and work. She
“Martin! Come here. The weather is great today!” Celine smiled and laughed cheerfully and quickly ran past the white sand, hoping to swim in the ocean as quickly as possible.“Hey, be careful not to fall!” Shouted the man following behind him without haste.Martin refused to go shopping for new swimming gear. He didn’t like to buy new things, so he just wore his black shorts and simple white shirt. He said, "Don't make it a big deal." He then went to get some towels and made sandwiches for lunch on the beach. He was still bossy, though, telling her to find sunscreen and scowling at her when she forbade him to take his work papers and a book. “Will you read in water?” She asked him, who hurriedly put the book down. But no matter how dissatisfied he seemed, Martin did as she asked. It was at this point that she thought Martin was trying to adapt himself to living with her. Although he was unlike other people who have pampered her in her entire life—he was too quiet and even reprimanded
“You accused me of being too quiet, and now you don’t say anything.” Martin made a note of her silence. She stole a glance at him after taking a small bite of a sandwich. He was drying his hair with a towel. After we swam together for a bit, Martin went out and swam separately. He was intensive in his sport as if doing an Olympic practice, leaving her alone to gradually enjoy the cold water. What kind of person is this serious? Celine was deep in thought—a feeling was slowly emerging inside her heart. She didn’t know what it was. The feeling that every attention is drawn to one thing...one person... She suspected it was not an admiration. No, he was not even her type. He was not a charming speaker. He lectured her on everything. How could she like someone like that? “Is it delicious?” Martin asked, and he smiled at her causing her heart to skip a beat again. …But he was kind… Celine shook her head without looking at him but quickly turned away after catching only a glimpse. She
“Because of you! Because of all of you, my family has to face this fate!”“…should we do something to help?”“Nothing is truly right or wrong, black or white; nothing is that easy to judge, Martin. You really don’t know that, my boy?”“…but…”“You choose this life; you live with the tradeoffs. It’s necessary.” Gasp! Martin woke up early. It was six in the morning, the time he always woke up for a jog. He shook his head to shake away the grogginess and slowly massaged his temples as he thought of memories that had been haunting him for months. Until he could finally make a decision, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life. Or maybe what the people said was true—he was a coward. The sounds of chirping birds in the morning and the cool breeze calm him down. He loved the morning. He had to go out and run to clear his head at dawn when the weather was this comforting. But as soon as he tried to get up... Incredibly small arms pulled him into a tight hu
By the way, what do people do when they are on holiday? For the past two months, Martin had been doing either research or reading. In an attempt to be more sociable, he tried to go out, eat out at restaurants and talk to some locals. But Martin still wondered if that was what people call ‘being on holiday.’ He didn’t know what time for relaxing was supposed to look like. “Celine, do you want to go swim again today?”Looking prim and proper, Celine wore a casual dress today. She was startled as soon as she heard Martin invite her. This morning after eating breakfast, she could be spotted sitting on the patio, looking into the distance. He thought she didn’t seem like herself.He had questions to ask her. The mundane questions of what people do on holiday. She was his hope in enlightening him on the topic. She knew how to enjoy life. He had so much fun yesterday because of her. He never thought swimming could be fun. If he was to properly go on holiday, Martin t
Martin found Celine sitting at the beach. She was lost in the thought and didn’t see his approaches. “So, you spend your time just having an eye with the ocean?” She jumped, alarmed, after hearing his voice.“Martin!!”Her face looked so shocked that he laughed. Her agonizing expression of wanting to get away from here was arguably quite funny.“Can I sit with you?” He asked for her permission.“S-sure. You can sit anywhere.”“Have I angered you in some way? I know I’m prone to do and say something you dislike, so you can tell me if I did it again.” Being a person who always speaks his mind, he asked a perplexing question as soon as he sat down.“What? No, not at all. I only want time to myself to think.”“You are sure about that?”“Yes, there is really nothing for you to worry about.”Martin still had questions. And Adriana’s non-subtle hint still puzzled him; that woman knew what he didn’t and still have no clue about what was going on. Still, he didn’t ask her anything more.“If y
Celine woke up in the morning feeling the pain in her foot. The wound on her sole still hurts. Yesterday, after riding Martin’s back home, the guy also helped her like a primary school nurse to treat the wound. She remembered when Martin sat down on the floor, held her feet with so much care, and tended to her would. I immediately felt her face getting warmer. No one had ever taken care of her like this.“Incidents like this don't happen often, but it's important to be careful of broken seashells or other debris when walking barefoot on the beach. You are lucky good that the wound is not deep, but you shouldn’t put your weight on when you walk for a while. Actually, I recommend you don’t walk if necessary. Celine, be careful, do you understand? This will heal quickly if you are careful with the wound.”She remembered Martin wrapping gauze around her feet and kept complaining. She kept looking at him. The man was so determined to wrap up the gauze she smiled and forgot to answer him.“
Despite their agreement to go out and explore the island, there was still an obstacle. The elephant in the room was the question of how she could get there with the wound on the foot still hurting. But Martin found a way. “A Vespa?” She blinked a few times when she saw a small cream-colored motorcycle parked in front of the villa. “The owner of the villa said I could borrow it. This is the first time I got the chance.” Martin told her excitedly and, meanwhile, cleaned the dark brown seat with a cloth. She chuckled, imagining him riding that small motorcycle with such long legs. The image in her head contradicted the serious and stern man he was. “What are you laughing about?” He narrowed his eyes and looked at her. “No, nothing, nothing at all.” “I bet you assumed I can’t ride this thing. I could, you know. Only a motorcycle. It shouldn’t be difficult.” He got up and restarted the motorcycle. He was determined. Pe