365 days of redemption

Day 11

I sit quietly in the vast living room, systematically checking out where I can plant the bugs on me, and I need a conspicuous place.

I shrugged as I sank my hand into the space in the couch I was occupying, planting the bug in it. It doesn't appear like something is inside it. I sigh in relief.

I stand in the guise of checking out the beautiful flower in the flower vase sitting on the coffee table, and I drop the bug in it immediately. It is a fake flower, so there is no need to change its water, anyway.

"What are you checking out there?" My eyes widen at the voice; it is Sting.

'Eh, God, help me,' I murmur to myself.

"Hiiiiii. Good afternoon, sir." I greet him with a forced smile: "I was checking if the flowers were real or fake; they looked colorful from my angle. I'm sorry for touching your things without your permission."

"No, it's okay. I didn't know you were coming today." He says he's taking a seat in front of me.

The trepidation starts again, as I wonder if he wants me to be asking for permission for every single thing.

"Ah, sir, I didn't intend to come today." It's just that your wife said your baby is cute, and I should come and see her. I will ask for your permission next time."

Sting sighs, "Why are you always jumping to conclusions at the slightest word I say? Is there something you know but aren't saying?"

It looks like I'm beginning to overdo this act; I better continue with what he is saying and remove any doubt he has in me.

I widen my eyes, asking, "Are you really going to punish me? Is that how all men are? You can punish me if you want."

He looks dumbfounded at first, opening and closing his mouth like a lung fish in need of oxygen. "I will not punish you; I'm not like that. Who did that to you?"

I look up at him under my lashes, catch his eyes, and look down again. "It's okay, sir. I can manage well, sir."

He starts to talk when his wife comes bounding down the stairs, a female in a uniform following behind her with a baby in her arms. The baby is dressed in a pink ballet gown and pink ballet shoes, too. She is also donned in a hair band, a gold bracelet, and a diamond earring, guessing from how blindingly it shines.

Sting's phone rings, directing our attention back to him; he picks up his call, excusing himself. The resounding "What?!" Stops his movement.

His wife quickly walks up to him and mutters something to him. He shook his head and patted her head, probably telling her not to worry. He hugs her tight and kisses her forehead, then he kisses his baby girl's forehead before high-tailing it out of the house.

Mickel sighs and sits on the couch, her mood obviously destroyed. The maid stands next to her, patting the baby's back.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi, is this your princess?" I quickly stand up to grab the baby, trying to avoid any sobbing from her mother.

Sting has probably heard of the news of his friend's arrest and the search of his house. He has everything to be worried about.

And this is only the beginning.

"You were right. She is so beautiful."