"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad."
The perfect man.
Made rough through time.
He lies, yet he is the honorable one.
He kills, yet he is the most righteous.
He is gentle...
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"Boring...you are boringggggg..." Arya kept on singing from the window. She was sitting on window pine with legs hanging below, "Boring...you are boringggg..."
"It's not like I wanted an off day," Jin commented from his side, sitting on the floor for meditation with his all-time perfect posture, eyes trailing along with the pages of a book.
"I wanted a day off, fine. And I got it cause I won the bet." Arya reminded him.
"You have a poor memory." Jin was indifferent, "It was a tie."
"You are boring..." Arya kept on humming the melody pretending that she didn't hear Jin.
"Fine, what do you want to do?" Jin closed his book and looked at her.
"Let's go out. And perhaps we will find coconut liquor in the sailor's club. But that has to be saved for the last. Cause I won't hear the end of it if I make you drunk this early." Arya said in between her laughter.
Jin didn't answer.
"You know how cute you are when you get drunk?"
Jin got up without saying anything and took his jacket and headed towards the door, "Let's go."
"Huh?" Arya was a bit taken aback.
"Or do you want me to leave you?" Jin went out without looking back.
"Hey...wait for me!" Arya shouted before scurring her jacket out and running after Jin.
She almost jumped into the passenger's seat of the aged old pick-up and grinned. "Let's go."
"Seat belt please." Jin reminded her.
"Oh, come on!" Arya groaned, "why do you have to prove you are boring every microsecond?"
"Seat belt." Jin again reminded her.
"Fine!" Arya rolled her eyes and fastened her seatbelt.
Just like any other tropical island of the southern Archipelago, Petlas was as beautiful as a green paradise. The whole island was covered in tropical large trees making shades along the whole lonely road up to the mountain range at one side of the island. Except for the part where the residence of the owner was, the rest of the island was occupied by the natives. Small cottages made of wood and stones with roofs made with coconut leaves and reeds were scattered here and there in the lap of greens like a beautiful painting. Heaps of Bugenvilia and Hibiscus were crawling up in the walls of those cottages and colorful orchids all over the trunks of aged old trees were visually pleasing for anybody. Not just static colors, the island had moving colors all around too. Blue kingfisher meditating beside the waterbody for an opportunity of any small fish coming out of the surface, bunches of green parakeet, dancing birds of paradise rarely coming out in sight, white cockatoo with the large crown in the head- everything was stunningly admirable.
