|Aila|
Hell week is over and I am already enjoying the rough sand touching my feet here in Sandro’s resort. We will stay here for the weekends because as what he said, we deserve this break.
The chilly breeze of the resort during night time soothes every nerve of my body. It seems that this is what my mind and body need to rest properly.
The way this hammock sways in the middle of the two coconut trees seems like a rhythm that follows an addictive song. My white long dress touches the ground. I’ve been here for almost an hour already, waiting for Sandro because he told me he will just look for some drinks, but until now, he’s nowhere to be found. Where did that man go? I don’t want to ruin my mood just because he didn’t go back as fast as he could, but I can’t help myself to feel irr
