Letting out a soft sigh, I pulled my hand away and said calmly, "Mr. Roberts, please come in and have a seat!"
I guess I wasn't all that surprised to see him. At least after meeting him again, I found that I did not miss him as much as I thought I would. Four years was indeed enough for a person to learn to let go of things.
Even the resentment had faded away until it was but a distant memory of a feeling I once had.
He walked in and sat down on the rattan chair. I brought the fruit I picked yesterday to him and entertained him like a guest. I looked at him with a slight smile. "This is fruit I planted myself. They taste pretty good. Have a taste."
He looked at me, his stare was deep but calm. After a moment, he nodded and took a bite of the peach.
After a long while, he looked at me and said, "It's very sweet!"
I nodded. After four years, I had become exceptionally reticent.
Norman came by with Anne and Bennett after picking them up from the school. When he saw
Hendrix sitting in the house, he was caught by slight surprise. However, being the well-educated man that he was, he made sure not to appear too exaggerated. He just nodded lightly and greeted, "Good day, Mr. Roberts!"
Hendrix didn't have much reaction when he saw Norman. I paused and decided to introduce Norman. "He's the manager of the hotel."
Hendrix nodded in understanding and stood up to shake his hands. He looked elegant and aristocratic. He paused when his gaze fell on Anne and Bennett.
Boys seemed to grow much slower than girls at their age. They were both five but Bennett looked like a four year-old standing next to Anne.
I caught Hendrix's face sink a little, but did not read too much into it. I looked towards the two kids. "What would you like to eat today?"
Anne seemed less than happy when her gaze fell on Hendrix. She said, "Anything's fine, Mommy."
Bennett noticed the wound on my ankle and said, "Let Daddy cook for you tonight."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Pretty Sweetheart