THE weekend passed by. Now, they were back to being school girls again. And since she met Zero the other day, she can’t get him out of his mind. His words keep on replaying inside her mind.
Afternoon, after class, they both decided to eat in a restaurant—started to tackle things about school and kinds of stuff.
“Dad wants me to study abroad,” said Becca when silence tries to evade them.
Her forehead knitted and put down her spoon and then gazed at her. “But why?”
Becca heaved a deep sigh. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I hate being born rich. I can’t feel any freedom. That’s why when I get a chance, I’m grabbing it—to at least feel that I have that freaking freedom. And now, dad wants me to study abroad just because I need to have a wider knowledge about business.”
Isla shook her head. “He
