Burgled Heart (Their Romantic Journey)

*BH* 1

Devonshire, England.

She roved her eyes greedily admiring the shimmery beauty around the park just as a smile etched at the corner of her lips.

Trees sway with the swinging of breeze as full bloom flowers laugh in ecstasy displaying their enthralling beauty into the eyes of people. Birds perched from one tree to another, chirping noisily with escalating joy as they troop from branch to branch in convoy.

The atmosphere gleaned after sensational excitement and furbelows it whimsically around the humid ambiance which was tinted with the glint of beauty scintillating stiffly from the lush green field. The shrub trees sprinkled and flooded with grandeur from their boughs as they waved with delightness.

Roses blossom with their drifting sweet fragrance and a music of airily whispers which rippled and wheedled into the heart of people, inciting splendiferous feelings within the inner sensory dendron.

They were in a park close to woolacombe beach, one of the biggest beach in Devon. It resides in the northern coast of Devon baked by pine trees. It is one of the large and amusing beach which seems to troop and take possession of people's heart with its natural grandeur and advance beauty. The beach would have probably been deserted had it not been the exact duplicate of nature's beauty gilded in it.

She peeked at the sea with interest. The waves tumbles and crashes igniting sparks of glistening ardour to the serene and peaceful atmosphere. The waves undulated from the sea and straddled its bubbles at the shore while strutting in trepidation.

Flocks of flamingo birds swarmed and canopied across the burly waves, melting deep into the sea which sloped down with the rising of the waves and engulfed the blotched sky from the vertex of the sea. The sky had probably beamed bright by the reflection of the high pitched glossy sea as it gave a mirror-like reflective index of the glimmery sea.

The surrounding looked cool with sunset light streaming vastly from traverse directions as six o'clock shadow casted its gleam dimness around the ambiance of the beach.

She gazed bashfully around her, through the Bowery birch grooves with excitement coated on her face. Wind wailed and loitered around them making a mild husking sound. The place was full of cold breeze which lingered and wiled into the heart of people, with the humming of music arising from the bistro near the park.

She gaped intently at the bistro while clinging tightly to her lemonade. Light bulbs hung loosely at a mask tree beside the bistro, conflagrating with splendour while inducting a comfier ambiance. The lights waver with enchanting ardour, pooling in and out of the bistro.

A flickering ornate light flickered with different hues of light in sequence at the patio of the bistro beside the beach. The bistro was full of people as most of them gathered in the patio, some where having refreshment while some where playing cards. The place was cramped with sprawling people from all point of view.

Amirah sighed. "What a nice way to spend the day!"

They had just written their final exam out of the university of Devonshire and decided to have some fun as part of celebrating their successful completion of uni.

Amirah, 22 years old, with her father's black eyes, a glowy face and a joyous expression of delightness, is the first daughter of her family with four siblings. They are Fulani's from jigawa, Nigeria. They had been in England since Amirah was 10 years old when her father was awarded the position of ambassador in the embassy of England. Amirah is relentive, shrinking and sweet tempered with a determined heart. She abhor muddling needlessly with her affection so you hardly see her without a gentle smile plastered to her face.