Burgled Heart (Their Romantic Journey)

*TRJ* 42

Somerset.

WELCOME TO BUBA RANCH.......

That was the inscription on a board just before the entrance to the Ranch.

Amin drove into the Ranch and parked his car close to a hillside, and Amirah lolled out of the car and stretched, being much exhausted from hours of driving. Her gaze travelled ahead of her as she covered her mouth in her palm while yawning. There was a cottage before them just some feet away.

The Ranch is luxuriantly spacious, it can profusely make up a big settlement. You could grab the beauty of an English countryside by mere looking around the Ranch.

"Let's go to the cottage first and stop gawking." Amin's face broke into a smile.

He led the way and she followed afterward.

Before the cottage, the pergola passage was garbed in a flowing plants and had a cloudy trellis-work of climbing flowers rooted at a mangrove through which the mild sunshine glared down a bleary rays. The surroundings were covered in scattered pine trees swinging around in the breeze.

At the back of the cottage was an arbor well groved with thick wooded plants and a bowery region that allows air to play around swirly. Nature had done a great deal in bringing shapely appearance to the surroundings.

The cottage was a large wooded house, with a slinky ornate façade which could get the eyes tiring from staring at it natural beauty. The roof of the cottage was an elaborate rafter which was meticulously supported by the gleaming edifice.

Amirah sighed, relishing as she drank deep into the sweetness of the magical countryside life. It won't be that bad living in the village after all, not as she'd imagined.

They walked into the cottage. There was a feeble glow of sunlight streaming into the cottage as Amin splintered the door with a creak. It seems the rooms are incongruous to the outside of the cottage. The rooms are low-ceilinged, each room scarcely large enough to take more than one bed.

The sitting room itself is egregiously old enough to be a grandpa for the whole building. It held some couple of chairs from baked wood, with some withered and maimed ones lounged at a corner, out of use. There was a breakfast table, too full of sorrow to show even a glint of sparkle, that's if it ever had.

"Why are the chairs and everything outdated?" Amirah wondered finickily, grimacing as she scanned around their new home, for the time being.

"That was how it was when grandpa bought the ranch from the countryman. The man wants to move with his family to Ireland, so he sold the ranch to grandpa as he's one of his friend. It was the outside architecture that was renewed." Amin paused for a moment, inspecting the rustic table lounged at the side. "grandpa thought is a waste of money to polish the cottage since no one is staying in, and prefer to rather leave it this way."

Amirah sighed. She padded towards the window and lifted up the tiresome, aged curtain made of a soft flannel and pushed creak the wooden window. Light from outside shot into the room instantly. "who owns the cottage close to this one?"

"Is the foreman, I can't remember his name." Amin answered and creaked a chair with his hand to see if it still retain its strength.

Their discussion was disrupted as the Foreman, who introduced himself as Mr. O'Neill butted into the sitting room and welcomed them warmly. He was wearing a tweed shirt and a peaked cap, typically a country man. It seems he was coming right away from the farm.

"when old man Jilpa told me his grandson is coming to lead the harvest, I never knew he will be this young and stunning." Mr. O'Neill complimented, and Amin smiled.