"You sure do take me for granted, don't you, Sara?" His black eyes glinted as he gave her a stare down the moment he entered their flat.
Sara welcomed him with a hug and giggled with nervousness as she dragged him to the dining area.
"I see. Your tummy must be filled with giggle worm nowadays, giggling like the girly-girl you never was."
"I'm sorry but not sorry at the same time to have you over. It's either tonight or next week," she said.
"Next week, Sara! Always pick the latter!!!"
Harith could not help but tut at her sudden request. He took off his black trench coat and handed it over to Sara nonchalantly to put it away.
"Make sure you hang them nicely and no creases!" He said sternly. Any little thing he could think of to annoy her and make her do errands in exchange for all the trouble he had gone through to change his timetable.
