A Visitor-3

  Alex presses his lips into a thin line. He doesn’t say anything anymore. The effect of alcohol on my system suddenly vanish. I wonder to whom his heart belongs. I swallow the acid that burning in my throat. I doubt it was me, and I will never hope for that.

  Lizzy’s words are like a slap on my face. I don’t think Bash’s heart belongs to me because if it’s true, he should have made a move years ago. Bash just stopped visiting every year. He didn’t call, sent me a message, or even email me. He cut anything.

  I guess he really belongs to someone else. I breathe deeply to hold the tears from falling.

  “Kiara, you’ve been silent. What’s wrong?” Alex’s hand and voice jar me out from my thoughts. Now he’s calling me Kiara.

  “I’m good. Thanks for taking me out tonight, Alex.” I smile at him tightly.

  He nods then parks his car in front of the King Hotel. The concierge catches the car key that Alex tosses. I walk with him to the lift silently.