It was a mistake. But it never felt like a mistake to me. Anyways, I have forgotten the mistake. I was wrong until I see him again. This time I saw him not alone but with my daughter. To be precise, with our daughter.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.