It's supposed to be a nice day, so what the hell is Desiree doing - waltzing in with her mother?
That's what I had in mind. I was totally not in the mood meeting her, especially not with Mazmur suddenly bailing on me. Seriously, he seemed to have cut off all communication devices he had. He hadn't even posted any status update on his social medias! And so, that coffee shop was my sanctuary from my own negative thoughts like "WHAT DID I DO WRONG", which, by the way, the thought that appeared most often.
I did not want to think of that not because I was being melancholic and that it saddened me to not knowing what he had been up to. No, I did not want to think of that because that made me felt like an immature, obsessed little girl. That shouldn't happen because the immature, obsessed little Aruna had went through similar phase and she did not need to go through another one. Let 'em boys bail on me, that's what I thought. Of course, Mazmur eventually came around and all these turned out to be a huge misunderstanding, but let's save it for later. This Mazmur thing is pretty complicated. Crap, now I sound really lame.
Well, anyway, Desiree's mom looked nothing like her. Quite surprising, I must say, because I thought a girl like Desiree would have inherited her traits from someone in the family. It couldn't have been her dad, could it? She saw me, I saw her, her mom saw me, I waved a little, she waved a little, and I had hoped with all my heart she wouldn't be seated next to me... But what was I to the cruel universe. Sometimes the thing you wished the most to NOT happen, WOULD happen.
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