I am Sollina Dya , 25 years old, lives in XY country. I am a very popular unknown writer. Many of my books got rewards, but I want to live a peaceful life, so I avoid media from interviewing me. People know me as an unknown Ms. S. Writer. But no one know that I am Ms. S. Writer.

I love reading books, listening to music and painting. I opened an art school for kids ,at first I only did it for orphans but many parents want their kids to join. So, I also took them in.

Both my parent passed away when I was 8 years old. Since then I live with my grandparents and uncle. But this year I moved to XY country then I opened an art school.

My parents kept all their poverty in my name , so I don't need to bother earning my living expenses. But I love teaching children drawing and painting. So I opened an art school.

*My work place*

Students : Good afternoon, Teacher.

Me : Hi! Today you all reached early.

Students : Teacher, before you arrived, we were playing at the garden. We all reached early.

Me : Is it so? Then today I want you to paint whatever comes to your mind.

Me : Close your eyes, take a deep breath......

and then slowly open your eyes.

Me : So now, paint the first thing that comes to your mind when you open your eyes.

Students: Yes .

Me : I'm going to clean the garden. You can come when you finish your painting. Bring your painting with you and show me there, okay?

Students : Yes!

My art school is beautiful, it is not far from Y orphan home. My mom bought this place for me when I was a kid. There is a beautiful garden behind the back door. Those kids like to play here cause there are flowers, trees, grass and swing. They used to play here after we finished our lesson for a day, before their parents/guardian comes. They come here after they finish their class at school. They all are around 5—7 years old, so they are all kind and pure hearted. There are no any discrimination between orphan and rich family kids. They all play and study together here happily.

I have one assistant name Lada. She takes holiday for a month . She is around 28 years old.

I love my life, it's relaxing, lively, warmth and colourful.

John(student) : Teacher, here's my painting.

Me: Wow! Is this a piano in the gallery?

John : Yes! I want to become a great pianist. Teacher, can you also teach me one day?

Me : Sure.

These kids add a colour in my life. Those painting are not only beautiful but also meaningful. Just like flowers in this garden, these kids bloom beautifully.

I usually take bus for working and going home. Sitting near the window in the bus while listening to music, this is how I usually spend my day.

I live in an apartment alone .I don't have friends in this city. Other than my parents old friends who are used to be our neighbour, I don't know any other people here.

As usual, I wake up in the morning and spend my life as usual.

It's autumn, I like this climate , so refreshing.

Today is weekend, I usually paint or write the whole day. But today, I won't to get some fresh air.

Sitting on a sofa at a café, drinking white flat with pastry while reading book.

" Excuse me ,Miss. Would you like to order anything? "

" I'm fine, thanks."

Oh! there is someone proposing.

" Will you marry me?"

How sweet? Then the girl say "yes" . Standing up from my seat then clapping my hands, others are applauding too. I wish them a happy life.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugars are sweet, "Will you marry me" is sweeter.

As I walk out the door, I smile, thinking about life. It's already 1:00 P.M. I need to buy some groceries.

After I done shopping, I'm heading towards a park. Sitting on a chair with a cup of ice cream, I continue reading the book.

It's already evening, time to go home. As I walk pass by the street,

"ah.." I slip . But wait, I don't fall, luckily there's a man who catch me.

"Thank you, sir."

Seems like he doesn't care at all. He goes saying nothing. Anyway thanks to him .

As I reach home, after I finish cleaning , I tried to paint something.

What is this? Why am I painting the man who catched me?

Although I can't see his face because he wore mask and cover his head with the hat of the jacket he's wearing. But his physical appearance is not bad. I am 5.8 tall. And he is around 6 ft tall or little higher than that.

Although I doesn't know him, let's keep this painting.

After I finish eating dinner, I'm working on my new novel. The heading is "What's wrong with the Cupid". I'm typing on my computer.

But I think there's something wrong with my computer. I don't know what it is, but there's something wrong. Let me first delete what I'm typing. It's safer to not keep it now.

It's Sunday, after I went to the church, I continue writing my new novel on a note book. I finish till Ch 7 , I will continue writing on tomorrow.

Waking up in the morning , eating breakfast and after I dress up, I'm going to an orphan home.

This orphan home was sponsored by my parents when they were alive. We used to stay in this city when my parents were still alive.

When I moved back this year, the surrounding and many things are changing. But this home, is still the same. Although the building and furniture are more good quality. The presence of warmth and love in this home is still the same.

At Night.

After I finish eating dinner, I'm searching for my notebook where I wrote my new novel. Where will I keep? I think I kept on my bag.

I'm searching everywhere in my house, but I doesn't found it .

Wait, this is not my bag. Maybe I exchange with the woman who sat besides me at the café. What to do? Ah! There is her business card. I contact her right away.

"Hello! Excuse me, is this Miss Natalia Sam?"

"Ah yes! Natalia speaking"

"Miss Natalia, sorry to bother you but I think we exchange our bag. I'm the one who sat besides you at the café. I am Sollina Dya"

"Oh! Is it so? You mean we got a same bag? Let me check, can you hold a minute?"

"Take your time"

"Oh! This is not my bag. Is my bag with you now?"

" Yes."

"Then do you remember that café?"

"I go there everyday".

" Let's meet there tomorrow at 12 noon and exchange. Your things are safe with me."

I reply, "No worry, thank you"

The next day we met at the same place. She look like a woman in her 30s. She is pregnant.

"Thank you so much" ,I says.

"Welcome. I'm too very thankful" , she replied quickly.

"It's nice too meet you Madam Sam"

"Nice to meet you too! And you're name.."

"Sollina Dya"

" Miss Sollina Dya, check your things, is there something missing?

"Ah yes! Check yours too"

Oh where is my notebook.

I ask, " Is everything there "

"Yes! How about you?"

"Excuse me but I doesn't find my notebook"

"Notebook? Sorry but I doesn't touch any of your belongings."

"This notebook is very important for me, can you please recall it back"

"Sorry Miss Dya, I just knew that this is not my bag when you called me. And I don't touch yours".

" Sorry to bother you. Can you tell me where you went to yesterday?"

"After I drank coffee here, I went home straight". " Ah yes! I bought some fruits and accidentally bump into a boy. Your bag fall and he pick it up for me. As I remember, he doesn't take anything. Maybe he missed to pick it up ", says her.

" Where did you buy the fruits?" I asked.

"The super market besides that park"

"Thank you".

" No problem. Hope you find it ".

" Then I'm going. Wish you have a good and healthy child "

"Thank you".

I'm going to the super market. Searching all around, I asked all the shopkeepers whether they saw a blue notebook or not. But none of them saw it . Maybe there's at somewhere else, it's hard to find.

I can't continue writing my novel because I doesn't remember what I wrote in the last chapter.

I reached home at night. After I finish bathing,

suddenly it's all dark . What's wrong with the power supply? I called the security, but even after 1 hour, there's no light.

I should check whether other have current or not . There is no out of electric supply in this city. Maybe there is something wrong with the circuit .