55 You're My Choice
He let go and pulled me in his arms.
"I don't want anyone to see us, I did it quickly. I'm sorry, still bothering you. And on Sunday everyone will know you will belong to someone else." He tightened the hug. I feel warmth from him. I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say.
I know we can't linger. Because soon there will be those who arrive. Arman kissed my forehead then took my hand to get out of this bus. We headed back to the beach walking side by side. I'm still silent. I just move my feet to follow his footsteps while carrying the bag containing Liza's clothes.
I handed over the dress. And she immediately grabbed my gift. I saw that her thin lips had turned blue and trembled, remembering that she was the one who had been thrown into the beach water earlier. She pressed her own hands against her body because of the cold. She headed for the bathroom after that.