Days had passed on the island…
Lola stood under a palm tree, staring at Haji lying paralyzed on the lounge chair near the beach. The man didn't even have the big umbrella unfolded, getting himself toasted under the midday sun. She couldn't blame him, though.
The man had just finished the triathlon held on the neighboring island, and before that, he had to train extensively just so he wouldn't die.
"I feel sorry for him," she whispered, dragging herself out of the shade and approaching him.
When she stood next to him, her shadow stretched over his face and chest.
Haji peeked from his one eye, his face twisting as he rested his arm over his face.
"Ouch…" he grumbled, because even lifting his arm felt like torture. "I fucking hate you."
Yet Lola smiled despite being cursed out. After all, Haji was the last person she expected to tag along on this honeymoon. Atlas's siblings' joining was no surprise. But Haji? Never.
