A LOVE WORTH TO LIVE.
The sweet hum of the engine of the car.
The calm beat of the lights flashing as we move.
The lovable silence between two persons.
The moment created a solemn music, the anthem of our hearts, while Seth was on the driver’s seat and I was on the passenger seat as he drives ourselves back to our home. The sun was already setting when we left the orphanage, and, for me, it was the right time. I loved how the bright color slowly changed from tinted orange to the shade of dark blue color... how the roads were slowly filled with vehicles in rush to rest... how tiredness hit my body and let me enjoy the travel.
Seth yawned beside me, I watched him wiped his eyes.
“Don’t you want to let me drive?” I asked.
He refused. “You don’t know the way.”
