The Final Phase

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When the food was ready, it was not what I was expecting. Senami te mii si repete. She said she was making noodles but instead she has ordered the chef to make a sumptuous, delicious delicacy for me.

No wonder...

I kept wondering on what kind of noodles she was cooking that took her up to forty five minutes without her checking to see if it was done.

She was trying to impress me knowing am into this kind of stuff and honestly... Am impressed.

"This ain't necessary but thanks anyways.. " she beamed pouring me and her self a cup of fresh orange juice.

"This is the first time of you coming to my house, of course you deserve First Class treatment.. "

I chuckled before cutting into the juicy looking lobster, holding it with my fork, I pop it in to my mouth.

I hummed savouring the bursting flavors in my mouth.

Currently, we were both occupying the grand dining room, we talked about school and all other stuffs during lunch. I know it is a bad table manner but we couldn't just help it.

After lunch, i thank the chef complementing his meal. I was not a big eater but his meal was an A-plus, I just had to finish the meal.

After that, we explored the mansion and let me tell you every room or living area i entered today am always left shook.

Truly... Money stops nonsense... If you have money, you can do anything you want with it. Although, too much of it can be dangerous if not well and properly controlled.

"This is so lovely. I can't believe you live here, everyday" she shrug.

"It is nothing." she said, being her modest self. "you will get bored of everything eventually thereby wanting a change of scene"

"I can never get tired of this!" I exclaimed, truthfully.

We talked for a while, we got to the patio when a maid asked for Senami's presence as it is needed at the venue of the party.

She promised me she will be right back while I quickly nodded.

As soon as she left, I settled down grabbing one of the home decor magazines placed on the table to be read for relaxation.

I smile at the beautiful architecture and furniture finery displayed in the magazine, I know i can't have it but there is nothing bad in wishing or admiring it.

"Lovely right?"

"Absolutely stunning" I said not looking up from the magazine, I was so engrossed with it that I didn't realize that there is a stranger in the room with me.

No.

I know that voice.

That voice haunts me everywhere i go to.

Slowly but surely, I raise my head to the direction i heard the voice.

There he stood... Leaning against the wall is~ no!.

I shook my head, snapping out of it has I shut the magazine. It must be my imagination, there is no way he would be in here with me.

It is just a phantom...my imagination playing tricks on me.

With shaky breath and sturdy movement, I look up towards the direction i last saw the phantom and shockingly, it was still there.

"No... My mind must be playing tricks with me. You can't be real" I said, the phantom only raises his eyebrows, a faint smile playing at his lips at my statement.