Mending Her

Chapter-07

Nyla’s P.O.V.

Next day,

I get up early in the morning

Lily was lying beside me and sleeping.

My fever has subsided, but I was still feeling low.

I try to get up slowly from bed to not disturb Lily.

I do my morning routine and go out of the room.

It’s only 6 in the morning, so there is no one outside the resort.

I make a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony of my room to watch the view.

Everything is calm outside, but the sound of waves falling on the shore can be heard from time to time.

The cold air from the sea is giving me a cooling effect.

When I thought about yesterday, my mind started to think about the memories.

The sad part of my life which I still can’t leave behind.

Sometimes I thought why I am still holding the memories like some treasure?

I don’t know.

It will be a lie if I say I don’t want to forget them.

Who doesn’t want to be happy?

I also want to refresh my life.

If there would be any delete button for memories, I wouldn’t even hesitate twice to delete these painful memories from my life.

But I can’t.

I can’t delete them.

I will have to bear this baggage till the last day of my life.

“Hi,” Someone’s voice brings me back from my thoughts. “Hi,” I say, looking at him.

What is he doing early in the morning?

“Remember me?” He asks and I nod with a smile.

“Of course. I have an excellent memory and we met yesterday.” I reply and he walks forwards.

“Good. Why do you wake up so early?” He asks, and I take a sip of my coffee.

“I can ask you that also,” I say, and he smiles.

“That’s true. When I stay here, I walk or run in the beech early in the morning. It feels good. The calm weather, fresh air and all,” He is standing there may be waiting for my permission.

“Oh. I just wake up early so thought to sit outside and enjoy nature.” I say and watch him.

“Are you feeling good now?” He asks hesitates.

“Don’t misunderstand. You were not well yesterday....” I know he may be feeling concerned but hesitating, thinking about what I will think.

“It’s OK. I am fine now. Thank you for asking,” I say to make him comfortable.

“Good. You are Sid’s friend. So my friend too. And by the way, he has a better opinion for you. That is rare,” I chuckle.

“I am glad to hear that. Do you want coffee?” I try to avoid the topic.

“Don’t bother I will make mine. Will you mind if I sit here?” he asks and I smile.

“No. It’s better than sitting alone.” I move aside to make space for him.

“OK. Then I will join you. Just let me grab my coffee.” He walks to make his coffee.

“Hmm,” I hum.

“So are you enjoying here? Sorry, you were sad tomorrow coming here and ....” He looks too much conscious before talking to me.

Am I that scary?

“No. It’s OK. I am not sad because of coming here. Rather, I will say this place is nice.” I say.

“You like it?” He becomes happy.

“Of course. When Sid said we are going to a resort, I thought that will be some sort of fancy resort. But coming here, it feels good.” I say, closing my eyes.

This place has a good vibe which makes you feel relaxed.

“What do you like here?” He asks.

“All most everything. This beach, these rooms. It feels like I am very close to nature. Living in town's noise, pollution, it’s a wonderful change.” I feel like I am on a vacation on some island.

“Yes. that’s why people come to this resort.” he looks proud.

“Who gives you this idea?” I mean, when people like fancy things nowadays, it’s abnormal to make something like old school.

“Actually nobody. I wanted to make a resort,’ then I thought why not make it like this. Actually, we had a beach house here. My mom used to love that a lot. Then when I plan to build this she was very sad.” He was reminiscing his memories. His face looks in peace.

“Why?” I ask. They are a businessman. So they should be happy expanding business.

“Our beach house was close to the design of these huts. She thought she will miss this.” I understand. It will feel bad to lose something so beautiful.

“So you thought to build it like that beach house?” I understand where this idea comes from.

“You can say that. But as we are building a resort, we need to change something. So I design this.” That was the best decision I can say. But what do you mean by he designed?

“You design this?” I was surprised.

“Yes. I am an architect. But as my family is in business, I try to combine them both.” He is really intelligent.

“Nice idea.” I smile.

“What do you like to do other than your work?” He asks.

“I used to enjoy singing,” I say, looking at the sea.

“Used to...” he asks and I look at him.

“Yes. I don’t sing now.” I look away and take a sip of my coffee.

“Why?” I didn’t want to remember the person I used to sing with.

I used to sing with John in our college band.

“Singing reminds me of some terrible memories so I leave it,” I say shortly.

“You said you used to like it,” he says.

“Yes.” Singing used to calm my mind. But now it makes me restless.

“Then is the memory more important than your like?” He asks.

No, that memory is not important. It’s like a ghost which I want to get rid of. But can’t.

“No. But I want to ignore that.” I say.

“But can you able to ignore them?” he asks again.

“No, maybe,” I reply.

“So why leave that thing what you like?” he asks and I look at him confused.

I don’t know why I ignore everything that reminds me of my past.

“I don’t know,” I say after thinking.

“Life is hard for everyone. Different people suffer from different things. We can’t hide from pain but at least we can try to be happy.” He suggests.

“Well said,” I say and chuckle.

It’s easy to suggest but hard to implement in life.

“It’s not just saying, it’s a fact. I don’t know what you have suffered that you have leave singing. But if you ever sing, I would love to hear that.” he says and I nod with a smile.

“OK. If I ever sing.” I promise.

“OK. Now can I ask you something?” He asks, and I nod.

“Can we be friends?” he asks.

“Actually, I don’t talk to strangers. So I thought we are friends.” I reply and we laugh.

“Do you know when I saw you first I thought you will be a tough person?” he says. Everyone says so.

Because I don’t easily talk with people.

“Everybody says the same. But now what you think?” I ask.

“Sweet and cute and beautiful.” He says and I blush. But when I think of his word I feel uncomfortable.

Why does he think me pretty?

Is he interested in me?

But I am not interested in any relation,

“OK, I should go now. I need to wake lily up.” I say and get up. I don’t want to give him any false hope.

Though he is sweet, we can only be friends. But I enjoyed talking to him.