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"Where is Sara?" I asked Nezha.

"she in on day shift today. She works in the nearby hospital as a dentist."

"Doctor? wow. She is simple for a doctor the way she lives." I said in a surprised town.

After lunch, we decided to go for a walk On the beach. "I think it will snow today. It's almost Christmas time." I told her. We went to the nearby beach and played a bit in the waves. Only then we told each other how much irritating it is to get wet. We then sat there for a while looking at the sunset. It was almost 6. We walked back home and Sara was back. We had a round of coffee and said my bye. Sara told me about the writing tantrums and mood swings Nezha gets once she begins her work. We all sat there laughing. "Then how do you suppose everything comes out of my head." Nezha would defend herself. She handed me the first two episodes of the Drama in the pen drive. She walked me to my car as I got out of the home. "Bye," I said and suddenly Nez gave me a peck on my cheeks and ran back inside the house.

"Nezha get ready tomorrow I will pick you. We have a place to go." I told her.

"where? She looked back.

"Am sorry I won't tell you that. But I'm doing this without your permission."

She didn't say anything. The next day I went to pick her up early in the morning. I went to the same Audi car we spent time together two years back. One of the things related to her that I didn't want to replace. The look on her face told me she has noticed the car. Silently she got in the car. I opened the top and put on the glasses. She was wearing a white maxi dress with blue floral prints on them with a matching hat. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She put on her shades and we started the journey. I held her hands as we drove. After some time I told her, "Your mother said your father won't be home on Sundays. He hangs out with his old friends and goes fishing." I felt her hands turn cold gradually. But we didn't say anything until we reached her home.

We waited outside for her mother to come and open the door. A reunion after two long years. "nezha" her mom stood shocked in the door. Nezha was already crying. "Ma." They hugged. She invited us in. she looked around her own home like it is her first time. They instantly started talking like they have been seeing regularly. Her mom began cooking food for us. "Come here my boy, come." Her mother called me. She served us with coffee and homemade cupcakes. "Nezha is really bad in baking mom you should teach her." I commented about her to her mother. And we all sat around the table laughing. She took us to Nezha's room and came with the photo albums. Her room looked cleaned as if it has been used every day. She hugged her mom again. "Two years it's been since I saw you. Why is that you couldn't come here. Is it because of the fight after you came back from the competition.?" her mother wanted to know.