"Have you heard?"
"Aunt Gifta," Nate was surprised as the landlady entered his supposedly locked room. She grinned, waving what seemed to be a master key at him. "Sorry to interrupt."
"That's really rude," Nate laughed. "What if people are-you know..."
"First of all, you're alone. I don't have to worry about walking into some epic copulating scene," Gifta said plainly. "Second of all, you're old enough to stop doing foolish things young people do when they're alone."
Nate shrugged.
"Anyway-heard of what?"
"The annual kite festival in Namiri. I thought you wrote about that place once. You should've known," Gifta said.
"Kite festival..." It seemed so blur in Nate's mind. He rushed to his laptop and opened a document where he stored factual notes he gathered from Dianne about Namiri Island.
"A traditional festival held every mid-autumn of the year. The kite festival witnesses hundreds of kites being flown, creating an enchanting, heart-warming view in the night sky. When all the kites have gathered, the people usually watch them from boats. This festival is a yearly celebration by local Namiri people, but tourists off-shore also-"
"There you go," Gifta nodded as Nate read through his note. "Do you think Dianne will be there?"
"I'm so stupid. She should be," Nate got up and went to his wardrobe. He had got used to living in what supposedly was Dianne's flat since she went away-something about this place made him stay, although he had no company and Gifta only visited once every few days.
"What are you doing?" Gifta smiled.
"Packing. I'm an off-shore tourist too. I'm very welcome there," Nate said sternly.
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Tearing Paper
عاطفيةThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
