The morning sun was soft, casting a golden hue over the bustling market street. It was early, but the air was already filled with the comforting aroma of grilled pork, fresh baguettes, and fragrant herbs. Locals rushed about, vendors called out cheerful greetings—and right in the middle of it all, sat Lala.
Her leash was gently looped around a wooden pole just outside the noodle stall. She sat quietly, eyes alert but calm, tail resting beside her like a feather. A few passersby stopped to admire her.
“So well-behaved,” one lady whispered.
“Is she waiting for someone?” asked a curious child.
Lala didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the narrow path leading into the market. She knew exactly where CEO Kien had gone—and she knew he’d be back soon.
Inside, Kien was haggling for his usual: warm sticky rice with grilled pork and egg, and a special treat—steamed buns for Lala. He’d gotten used to bringing her along on mornings like this. She didn’t fuss, didn’t bark. She just waited—patient, loyal, and proud.
After a few more minutes, Kien emerged, balancing two takeaway bags. He spotted Lala instantly and smiled.
“There you are, good girl,” he said, walking over.
At the sound of his voice, Lala’s ears perked up, and her tail started to wag—but still, she stayed seated until he reached her.
Only when he unhooked her leash and gave the gentle cue, “Let’s go,” did she rise and walk beside him, head held high.
Together, they strolled back to the car, breakfast in hand, hearts at ease.
Sometimes, love is quiet. It waits patiently by the roadside, trusting that its person will always return.
