Bilike could not believe what they had done to his Father"s apartment when he entered. He was amazed at how clean the place was. "Wow. You guys are amazing. If this place always looked like this, I"m sure Big Bro would always come home"

He was referring to his orphaned cousin. Mr Chu had taken it up on himself to take care of him till he became an adult. He was the same person Mr Chu always tried to push Sara into marrying.

They all laughed at his exaggerated expression. "You should rest. I"ll get you something to eat" Jianjun said and went inside.

Soon, It was Friday. When she got to the Li"s place, Muchen had gone to work. She heaved a sigh of relief. Her eyes still had shadows. She had not been able to sleep that night either. She was really going to get enough distraction today.

She wore a simple white tee-s.h.i.+rt and an ankle length plain trousers with white sneakers. She had to make an habit of dressing well.

"Sara. You can dress the way you like. But I won"t lie, you do look like a gangster. Ripped Jean doesn"t really tell well of you. I don"t mean to be judgemental. You look good on anything. But you can do away with your ripped Jeans right?" That sentence kept echoing in her head that she had no idea when she locked up all her ripped clothes in a box that night.

She enjoyed the fresh air as they biked down the City. She rode her bicycle slowly so Heya would catch up with her. She was glad Heya didn"t protest much and agreed to go with her. Heya was improving on her mental and physical health. She had been able to burn out a lot of calories and fats these past few days which had also surprised her. Sara took her to most of her favourite spots. Which greatly delighted Heya. Even the older people Sara introduced her to were all nice to her. Heya felt blessed to have met Sara. One, who was patient with her and understood the struggle instead of being judgemental.

They finally stopped at a park. As Sara helped Heya ma.s.sage her feet.

"Li Heya?" A young man in his early twenties who was with a little boy, about age 9, called her.

"Who... who are you?" Not much people knew Heya. So she a.s.sumed he had been from her school. But she wasn"t sure he was her cla.s.smate.

"You"re correct. I was a cla.s.s ahead of you. We belonged to the same music club. I"m Jin Cearo." He smiled. "And this is my nephew..."

When Sara heard his name, she smiled sadly. Jin was her mother"s family name. Sara put that thought behind her and a.n.a.lysed him. He was tall and good looking, With a nice body frame. He had black hair and wide brown eyes. When she checked out his outfit she concluded he was from a rich home.

"She"s my friend. Sara" She heard Heya say. Heya felt it would be embarra.s.sing to tell him Sara was her Fitness coach.

They all strolled. As Sara wheeled her bike while Cearo wheeled Heya"s with his nephew sitting on it. Sara could tell that Heya was not comfortable with this attention. When he asked if she was in college, he noticed she wasn"t saying anything and changed the topic to their high school. Another topic Heya hated discussing.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable Heya?" He stopped wheeling and asked.

Heya also stopped walking. She looked at him and slowly nodded. "Sorry, I don"t.. I just don"t want to talk about anything that involves schooling."

"We"ll talk music then" He smiled and continued indulging her. Here, she flowed freely with him. He had noticed she was a lover of music back then in high school. She was always present in the music club but never partic.i.p.ated until one day when they urgently needed someone to play for them in the school"s social gathering. She had done so. And since then, became exposed to everyone. The jealous ones said a lot of mean things about her which he had also heard. Since then, she cut herself from the club.

They saw a crowd gathered and decided to watch also. A young lady was singing an English song while the crowd swayed their heads and clapped their hands. She got to a point and could not go further as she had forgotten the lyrics. The crowd clapped as the moderator took over the mike from her.

"Well, that was a wonderful performance. Who else wants to try? If you can sing an English song correctly, you"ll be going home with a free ticket to the WCI concert"

"WCI? Bro Cearo. I want to go" His little nephew who was now standing on the ground tugged his s.h.i.+rt.

"I"ll get you a ticket if you want" Cearo said.

"I"ll prefer it if you won it though" He pouted.

"Heya, why don"t you try?" Sara suggested.

"Me?" Her eyes widened as she pointed a finger at herself. "You want me to sing?" She asked.

"Yes, you can do English songs right?" Sara asked.

Cearo and his cousin just watched the both of them without saying anything.

"I can. But you don"t expect me to sing here. Besides, I"m not a fan of WCI crew"

"You can get it for this cutie then" Sara pointed at the little guy whose eyes brightened.

"What makes you think I"ll win?" Heya was getting tensed. Even her palms turned sweaty.

"You will" Cearo spoke. "Because you are Li Heya"