Muza sat quietly on the sofa in the guest room. A ray of light from Kaia's smile bothered him. The aroma of coffee turns into the smell of love which makes him addicted. "You are simple, even I'm addicted to you," he muttered in the silence of the night. He started to sigh slowly then he looked at one corner of the room.
Cough... Cough... Cough... Nisa looked at her sister who was in a daydream. "Gosh! I'm a bean!" sarcasm.
"Nisa! You are called your papa!" Says Sera, her mother.
"Yes, Ma. Nisa will be there soon," replied Nisa. She wanted to know what her brother was thinking. "Does it have anything to do with papa's cafe clerk?" She thought frantically. Then he went to fulfill his father's call. She started walking towards the back porch of the house. There was already her father brewing a cup of hot coffee.
Nisa was already in front of her father.
"Sit down!" Fabian orders, his father.
