Leaving the hall, Latiz walked with a light step, his spirits high.
Ever since arriving on this island where even the air was thick with the scent of spices, Latiz had often missed his days in Intis. He found life in Bayam deeply unfamiliar.
Thankfully, there was a Red Theater here. Thankfully, there was a girl named Mella in the Red Theater. That girl, sometimes passionate and sometimes shy, made Latiz feel as if he had found his first love again.
He skillfully made his way through the narrow corridors until he reached Mella's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." A familiar voice sounded from inside.
Latiz pushed the door open and saw a girl lying on the bed in the warm room, reading a novel.
Latiz recognized it at once. It was the novel he had given Mella last time, a tragic yet beautiful love story. It was said that Roselle had inspired a certain author, leading to the book's creation.
"Good evening, beautiful Miss Mella." Latiz placed a hand over his chest, bowed slightly, and performed a noble's salute.
The girl on the soft bed covered her mouth and giggled. Standing on the bed, she lightly lifted the hem of her skirt. "Good evening, Mr. Latiz."
Latiz immediately shut the door, strode forward, and scooped the girl off the bed. Burying his face in her chest, he took a deep breath. "Mella, my dear Mella, heaven knows how much I've missed you."
He set the girl down, and his hands began to roam. His scorching breath washed over her face as he resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Latiz." The girl shyly pushed him away. "Please wait for me. Let me wash up so I can serve you cleanly."