The Traces of Destiny
Did you see anything?

After bidding farewell to Madame Cilawagi, Garin and Saras went down the porch steps and returned to the gravel path. Garin held Saras' hand again as they approached the road. As if still mesmerized by Mrs Cilawagi's story, neither Garin nor Saras had said anything for some time.

"I'm glad we went there," Saras finally opened the conversation after some time they kept quiet.

"So you like it?" Ask Garin.

“All women love romantic stories.”

”But it's not completely romantic, is it?” Ask Garin again.

” Hmmmm.. yes, but still there is a romantic part that can be enjoyed," Saras replied.

"What part do you think is romantic?" ask Garin.

"That's...., perhaps the story of the Rose and the Jackfruit intersects upstream of the ship," Saras' tone of voice is uncertain.

"Not a piece after that part?" Garin held a smile at his own question.

"Uft, you're listening really well, huh?" Saras laughs. He pushed Garin's shoulder away.

"Yes, I just think it's quite romantic to paint someone you like." Garin continued.

"And without clothes?" cibir Saras's.

"That's allowed in art, right?" Garin shrugged his shoulders.

"All right, I agree.. That part is also very romantic" Saras said.

Garin nodded in agreement. His brother wandered a little far away. Kinda lost.

They then turned the corner and approached the main road. Up ahead, they could see a river between the houses, flowing silently, shining black.

"Are you ready to eat something?" Saras.

"In a moment," Garin replied, slowing down, then finally stopping.

He looked at Saras. From over the woman's shoulder, she could see moths flying around the shining street lights. Garin gazed into the distance, towards the river, and Saras followed his gaze but did not see anything strange.

"What's that?" Garin asked.

"Well!" Saras immediately held onto Garin's arm tightly. His mind immediately floated on the story of Madame Cilawagi.

"Didn't you see anything there?" Garin pointed at the calm flow of the river.

"I didn't see anything there," Saras put on a suspicious face.

He released his grip on the man's arm.

"Nyebelin" Saras.

At first glance Garin imagined Saras expression so similar to a duck child, cute.

Garin shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He wanted to start walking again but it turned out that he could not.

Instead he took a step towards Saras, pulling her gently towards him. Saras followed his lead, the woman's stomach tightened. As Garin leaned towards him, he closed his eyes, and as their faces approached, it was as if nothing else mattered in this world.

The kiss continued and continued, and when their two lips finally parted, Garin hugged her. He dipped his face on Saras' neck, then kissed the curve of his shoulder.

The man's tongue moisture made the woman shiver, and she leaned over the man's body, enjoying a safe hug from Garin's embrace along with what was going on around them.

A few minutes later they walked back to Saras' apartment, speaking softly, Garin's thumb moved gently on the back of Raka's teacher's hand.

Once inside, Garin draped his jacket over the back of the chair as Saras walked into the kitchen. He wondered if the woman knew she was watching him.

"So, what dinner?" She asked.

Saras opened the refrigerator door and took out a large pot lined with tin foil. "Lasagna, French bread, and salad. Can I?"

Sounds fine. Can I help you do something? Garin asked, offering himself up.

"It's mature enough," Saras replied as he stuffed the baking pan into the oven. "I just need to heat it up for about half an hour. But if you want, you can turn on the lights in every room. And brewing tea or coffee-there on the table."

"OK, no problem" said Garin.

"I'll join you in the living room in a few minutes" Saras exclaimed as he headed for the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Saras took a hairbrush and started combing her hair.

Although she wanted to deny it, their kiss made her feel a little shaky. She felt that tonight was a turning point in their relationship, and she was scared. She knew that she had to tell Garin the real reason for the collapse of her marriage, but it wasn't easy to talk about. Especially to someone she cares about.

Although she knew that Garin also cared and had an interest in her, no one knew what the response was or whether it would change the man's feelings when he was with her later. Didn't the man ever say that he wished Raka could have a brother or sister? Will Garin be willing to give up that hope for his sake?

Saras found his reflection in the mirror.

He didn't want to do this now, but he knew if their relationship wanted to continue further, he had to tell her. Lebh of anything, he doesn't want history to repeat itself. He can't go through that anymore.

Saras finished combing her hair, checked her makeup out of habit, and, deciding to face Garin honestly, started leaving the bedroom.

But instead of coming out the door, he suddenly sat on the edge of the bed.

Is he really ready for this?