The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 4 DINERS

"Even snow in Antarctica is cold, you don't follow. You think I'm a polar bear who can withstand that attitude of yours? " - Ron Reid

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Alon stopped his car at one of the western restaurants in London, he approached the passenger door and opened the door for the woman who was still sitting gracefully. Syha thought Alon was a completely ruthless figure, in fact the man did not diminish his respect before women.

Syha dragged her feet to enter, the beautiful hanging lights managed to steal her attention.

They sat at one of the dining tables available, a waiter came with a menu. Alon ordered a serving of lasagna and coffee, Syha likened his food to the beverage he chose orange juice.

5 Minutes passed in a quiet and awkward atmosphere, Alon cleared his throat to melt the slightly uncomfortable atmostfer between them.

"Tomorrow go to the hospital" said Alon suddenly, as he swiped a cup of coffee.

Does Alon have a particular obsession with coffee? he always saw this man gulping down the drink wherever they passed by.

Syha raised both eyebrows "what do you mean?" Ask

"I'm not planning on having a relationship with you, we're going to do a baby tube program to conceive a child" she explained

"Why don't you want to hook up with me?" the woman asked, looking serious. He thought Alon would really force him to hook up.

"i already know your answer" Alon said, fixing his collar "If you want, I'll take you tomorrow"

"No need to be alone"

Alon swooped his eyebrows, why every time Syha always refused his offer. And out there, a lot of women in line expect mercy from him.

"When it is well offered even nolak" chirped his. "Is there anything you want?"

"Nothing" he answered briefly

"No need to hesitate, just tell me what you need."

"The orphanage" said Syha holding her hand over her thigh.

"Well what?", Alon put his ears back on well, didn't he hear wrong?. She doubted Shha as a woman. For 27 years he lived, he knew women were creatures who did not want to escape the burden of treasure, but Syha instead went against the universal law that God gave to the women.

He looked at the table beside her. "Please wake up 1 orphanage and the property is fully handed over to me" he asked seriously.

"Who are you talking to exactly? Can't you see your opponent talking when you say something?". Alon gave a slightly irritated snort, this woman always took her eyes off every time she talked to him. I don't know what he meant by that, what does he look too disgusting to look at?

"My right, why are you so busy?"

"Alright I follow" said Alon relented, he raised a white flag if Syha provoked a debate with her. Since he knows, will never win against women "Ah yes we have not been acquainted, what if we start to get acquainted and get to know each other"

"I'm Alon Reid"

"Yes I know you, and I don't have to introduce myself either. Without me even doing it you already know who I am", sis Syha cuek

Resentment seemed to bend around his temple, Alon held back the wrath of anger anchored in his little heart. He never expected, the woman he had known a few years ago turned into a person who always curbed the speech of others. Well, it's only natural that Syha couldn't possibly remember about him.

"Well tell me about yourself" he said again, trying to stir up the topic of conversation between them.

"Don't you know enough about me?" protest the woman

Alon took a breath, heaving heavily

"What do you think I am? The god? A deity? Until I have to know all about you"

Alon's heart kept screaming asking this woman to heed her remark, Syha seemed to have a mystical aura that was able to make her look begging for understanding.

"Yes" said the woman

The deg! As struck, Alon felt fortitude to face this woman as it was at the end of the valley, pulling her to freefall. But, the response actually makes her more eager to ask many questions.

"Don't you feel like we've met?"

"Come"

"I heard you speak Mandarin"

"Yes, right"

"How many years have you learned that language?"

"You're so fucking crabby?" cycar Syha who wanted calmness to enjoy a dish that made his entire stomach run amok, he thought a type of man like Alon would behave very cold. The reality was rather than the other way around, Alon could not rest his mouth from the weightless talk.

"Did you remember your accident at 18?", Alon pressed his words back, as if he asked Syha to answer his curiosity.

Alon was eager to learn of the tragic tragedy that had befallen him years ago, but the woman could not remember him at all. Forced to any extent, not a single moment was left behind, perhaps only a few were still settled in memory.

"What are you talking about? Shut your mouth and eat", Shha feeds her mouth with a spoonful of lasagna, eats it solemnly.

"Is there anything else you want to know about me?", Syha glanced at Alon, making sure this man was done showing off the reporters who were trying to investigate.

"Do you still love your ex-boyfriend?" the woman widened her eyes, choking as Alon asked the question. He immediately gulped down the orange juice restlessly, he did not know how to answer. Alon's question really tests his feelings, though he still hasn't accepted Zein's affair with Hannah. But he still loved the man very much, and his feelings still haven't changed to this second.

"Yes still"

The end of the question, doesn't make Alon wrench anything. He was silent, busy finishing his meal. Looks like Alon's already satisfied digging about her.

After completing a tiring conversation, Syha stepped out of the restaurant. He stood in front of the entrance, went down some stairs, set foot on the path.

"Let me drive home", Alon stood right next to her, remaining a few cents distance between them. Syha shifted her legs, carrying the body for a bit away.

"i went home alone", he said, turning his body around

"It's night, it's cold. It was hard to find a taxi at this moment", Syha twisted her body, squinting at the man cynically.

"I want to stop by the cake shop, thanks for the offer", Syha breezed, Alon died there with a sense of helplessness, only this time for the umpteenth time a woman refused his offer

"can't be left" she screeches in her heart

"I'm coming with you", Alon's still trying to conquer the snowflakes beside him. Though he had ignited as much fire as possible, but this chunk did not want to melt at all. In what way should he make this woman stop being cold to him?

"Just go home", decak Syha, he held a throbbing feeling in his head. I don't know when this guy can let her calm down for a moment.

That order still made Alon follow Syha, he did not care. As if his life principle says "ban is a command"

Arriving at the cake shop, Syha ordered Stroberry-flavored cake slices and chocolate brownies, then made the payment in the sandwiches.

"He remembers what he likes, but he never remembers my presence", Alon sat in silence, as if fate had acted unjustly on him.

"Do you really like the stroberry cake" Alon tried to make small talk, hoping Syha could ask back what she liked.

"Yes" replied Syha

Alon rubbed his face riled, now he believed the reason people out there think not to have to put hope in humans, because in the end it will lead to disappointment.

"Basic selling expensive" Alon growled with a small tone

"From selling himself", said Syha, the man reflexively switched views he did not expect his speech to be heard by the woman. Her fear left her at a loss for words.

"Is it heavy? Let me help you get it", Alon bargained

"No need", Syha stopped her steps for a moment and continued her words

"just get here. I'll go to the hospital as you request tomorrow"

Alon was silent where he stood, it was not easy to make the woman to submit into his completeness. Just like old times.

Alon smiled resignedly "I have to fight from zero back huh?".

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"Why should he be different now?", Alon propped up his chin with his palm, he was writhing on a workbench filled with slightly messy piles of paper.

"Is he not aware that his attitude is so upsetting!", his roar sounded echoing in the room, as if the echoes were a silent witness to a man who looked depressed just because of women.

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"Based on a strange man", Syha threw her body on the bed, reached into the pocket of the coat she was wearing, then looked at an object that glittered on her fingers.

Syha looked at the marble she made, it contained white rose buds.

Syha remembered Alon's words in the restaurant

"Don't you feel like we've met?"

Somehow he felt that Alon's question evoked his memory of something, what did it mean?