Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Yet, in Tyrone’s eyes, Sabrina was flawless, making him question the questionable taste of the man she had loved.
Sabrina was an exceptional woman and it was galling that the man in question didn‘t recognize her worth.
If only he knew who that man was. Tyrone felt compelled to assess the current state of that man’s existence. He was certain that
the man must be leading an unhappy life!
At this time, Sabrina emerged from the room and took her place at the table.
Tyrone swiftly prepared some modest sandwiches and warmed two cups of milk.
“Give them a try and tell me what you think.”
Sabrina delicately savored a single bite of the sandwich, finding it quite delectable.
She gently pursed her lips, gingerly returning the sandwich to its resting place on the plate. With an exaggerated sigh, she
remarked, “Oh, this tastes dreadful.”
“If it doesn’t suit your palate, there’s no need to force it. What would you like to eat instead? I can whip something up, or shall we
dine out?” Tyrone inquired.
Sabrina pondered for a brief moment before suggesting, “I believe there’s some mutton in the refrigerator. Could you prepare a
mutton soup?”
Tyrone was momentarily rendered speechless.
“I can learn to make it now,” he offered.
“Never mind. Let’s just dine out,” Sabrina said.
Tyrone promptly responded, “I recall there’s a restaurant on Scholar Avenue that serves delectable mutton dishes...”
“I’m well aware,” Sabrina retorted, narrowing her eyes at him. Tyrone chuckled, touched his nose, donned his coat and
accompanied her out.
During their journey, they happened upon a dessert shop. Sabrina’s voice rang out, “Pull over, please. I’m craving some durian
cakes.”

Tyrone expertly maneuvered his car to a parking spot by the roadside and said, “Wait for a moment. I’ll fetch some for you. Is
there anything else you desire?”
“No, thanks,” Sabrina replied. Tyrone unbuckled his seat belt and exited the vehicle.
A mere ten minutes later, he returned, presenting a bag to Sabrina.
“These are fresh durian cakes.”
Sabrina accepted the bag, opened it and playfully chided, “Why did you take so long?”
“There was a considerable queue,” Tyrone explained. Sabrina responded with a huff, picking up a durian cake and taking a bite.
Before long, the car interior was filled with the unmistakable aroma of durian.
Tyrone didn’t particularly despise the scent of durian but in the confined space of the car, it became somewhat overwhelming.