Patience

50. Busy

No it's enough...

I have paced the bedroom enough while almost uprooting my blonde shafts from the scalp...

I cannot anymore.

Even this iPad is giving me glitches.

I am literally stuck in this fortress of a penthouse from morning.

I have to find some kind of way to get to talk to him but...

How..... How.....

I keep pacing some more.

And then suddenly the most logically idea seeps in through the panic mode I am on. So I quickly assemble my hair in a ponytail, as if it tickling my neck is the main cause of my stress, I walk out of the bedroom in hurried steps towards the living.

" I need a favour... " I somehow manage to ask Jenna, my voice croaking out through all the anxiety piling up in my veins. My chest feels heavy. I know my worry is just nonsense. It has to be. Hardin is safe. He has to be. Every car doesn't need to malfunction.

But I cannot stop feeling worried. I am worried. Incredibly worried. I just need to hear his voice once to make sure he is fine.

I see how Jenna jumps sucking in a sharp breath, as my voices startles her from how concentrated ly she was stirring the soup for dinner. The ladle drops in the pot and she looks at me with splitting eyes.

" Christ.... " she mumbles, blinking at me while clutching her apron at her sternum.

" Sorry... I am really sorry .... For scaring you I just really need a favour.... " I swallow and mumble sheepishly...

" Hey no no. It's ok. Tell , tell me. What's can I do... " She asks composing herself in a fraction of second , which I know is for myself. She quickly grabs the towel and starts wiping of the little droplet of splattered broth on her.

Once I notice that my intrusion didn't burn her much, I continue. "Could you call Hardin for me?" I ask her, at which she immediately stops wiping her hands on the kitchen towel.

"From my phone??". A frown covering her pretty face...

"Yes. Please." I nod unable to calm my trembling fingers.

She quickly places the kitchen towel on the counter... Blinks a few time."Sure.... I will get it.... But, what's wrong..? You seem worried. " She asks walking away to get her phone where she keeps her belongings and she starts scurrying through her tote bag.

"My phone got cracked . Hardin took it too repair, he said_"

"Repair?! He took it to repair?.... Like repair the phone?? " she says and stops searching at the same time. She looks up turning to me, her Tote bag dangling on her arms , disbelief shining in her eyes.. Her eyebrows going off the roof.

I clutch the kitchen counter. And I steady my weak knees as I settle on the stool. My nerve are just on horrible mode these days.
"Wierdly yes. As much as I know him, I expected that he would insist me on getting a new one.
But he said he was going to fix it." I explain.

Jenna looks at me with eyes filled with curiosity and confusion...

"But that was nine in the morning Jenna . It's evening ... I-I just w-want to know if everything alright..Um can you atleast ask him if he is fine..." I quickly add then look at my joint fidgety fingers.

I don't want to think any negative stuff, but with the last few weeks I don't even know anymore. I mean what if his car is-

" Tessa, just relax... Yeah? " I look up from letting my thought going wild, to find Jenna infront of me...
With her bag and phone in her hand. " Here I am dialling him ok?"