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I made this chapter for you to get fun before the serious sequences happen. So I hope this won't affect your views to the characters.
Thanks for the one who keeps on voting every chapter and also sorry for updating very slow because I just feel like I'm not that oblige to update every day since I only have very as in very few readers. Thanks anyway! I'm still dedicated to finish the whole story and can't wait for the tragedy to happen.
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Aquira
"Why are you late?" I asked him as we drove off from the parking lot. We've been parked here for God knows how long. And we almost did it but Martin insisted to finish our so-called business at home, he almost pushed me to the shotgun seat and tied me up just to stop me. He even recited a saying states that 'patience is a virtue,' and I was like: 'virtue my ass!' Like duh! We're not living pre-historic time here! And it's been 2014 years and eight months since Christ's death for crying out loud! But him as naughty as ever just laughed it off enjoying my being frustrated.
"I just finished some things at the dark room." "Hey I thought you were free all month of December?" I asked frowning. "That's what I said." He stated casually. "Then why is that so?" Raising an eyebrow I asked. "It's a secret babe." I rolled my eyes at him and put my full attention on the road as curiosity slowly eats me.
Millions of questions and guesses keeps on popping out in my mind.
What did he finish inside the dark room? Of course it's a photo, but whose photos? And why couldn't he tell me? Is it a photo of another girl? Is he cheating on me? Or maybe it's a nude photo of me that he could used against me?! Oh my God! My eyes are widening at the thought. He would probably use it to blackmail me so he can order me around the house.
Wash the dirty dishes, sweep the floors, change the bed covers, the curtains, do all the laundry, vacuum the entire house, scratch his back! Oh my God he'll definitely make me an all-around-maid!
I was in my deepest thoughts when suddenly something soft landed on my lips bringing me back to the now. It's Martin with his infamous-smirk playing on his face. "Don't think too much of me babe you might blown up the department of thoughts here in your brain." Martin said pointing in my forehead. He's crouching down at my level, had the door opened and already outside the car. Rolling my eyes I looked around only to see that we're already in front of our yard.
Seriously? How much was I'm drowned on my own thoughts that I didn't notice that we're already in our front yard? I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out of the car while him as a well-bred man as ever has his one hand on my arm for support.
"Yes babe you're that drowned on whatever-you-were-thinking to know that were home already." Did I say it out loud? Or he just- "It's written all over your beautiful face babe." He said snickering. Oh my God he can read whatever I am thinking! "Babe, the past few minutes you've been acting so weird. Was everything in Beijing a sort of weird and had you infected? Or was the plane a little bit shaky shaking your brain out of your metal-hard cranium making you a brainless human?" He said as we strode towards the main door.
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I Love You from 38, 000 ft.
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