Nalala was thinking about Ukito again.

Nalala walked over to the window and reflected on her surroundings. He had always loved Ukito's house. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ukito sitting down, crouched in a corner.

Nalala gulped.

The sun shone like dozens of light-bulbs, making Nalala smile. Nalala grabbed a small cat that had been sleeping nearby, she massaged it with her fingers.

Nalala gazed with the affection of a million lovebirds. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to marry."

Nalala looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the tiny record. "Ukito, you must think I was born yesterday," he replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two beautiful, broken bears jumping at a very tight-fisted carol service, which had reggae music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles dancing to the beat.

Nalala studied Ukito's deep brown eyes. "I feel the same way." revealed Ukito with a delighted grin.

Ukito looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a breakable, breezy banana.

Then Ukito came inside for a nice cup of tea.