Burgled Heart (Their Romantic Journey)

*TRJ* 52

Amin brought out himself out of reverie to which the circumstance had sheathed him oneirically. Any movement or creak sound made him flinch in anticipation.

He paced up and down the hallway, more impatience thrusting into his heart. He had felt an agonizing bewilderment crept into him, killing him gradually as though the little saving device in him had been shattered. Everything happened surreal and unimaginable. It was like the most catastrophic event had sprung from the deepest pit of eeriness and bursted on him. Sweat had formed misty droplet on his forehead already.

He wondered with bewildering anxiousness what had happened to his wife. Where did she go and left the house open, food burning in the kitchen and her phone left behind. This is not normal for any normal sense to believe. What made him more perturbed is that she didn't leave on a clement accord.

And he couldn't stop thinking that those evil spirits she said she saw had yanked her away, because she will never leave the house like that, and let her food burn to ashes.

He looked into the phone that was tightly clung in his hand.

Nervously, he dialed collins number.

"Hello!" Collins voice came through the phone and Amin quickly related,

"Collins I can't find my wife."

"What! Where did she go?"

"I couldn't have called you if I know where she went to." He ran his hand on his head nervously. "Collins I don't know where she went to."

Collins is like his saviour. He's the one he always run to when he's having problem, and Collin's advice were always sharp and produces snap result.

"Have you called her..."

"her phone is here." Amin's voice came out warily worried as he peeked at her phone that was in his hand.

There was silence for a while, each speculating.

"She didn't tell you that she's going somewhere?"

"No, I came back and met the door wide open, and the worst thing is that she left food on fire burning."

"Serious! Maybe she'd been kidnapped. Did you meet a kidnap note in the house?"

If only Amin wasn't in a tensed mood, he could have laughed at Collins remark, but he's in a no way close to that mood.

"Collins I'll call you back when I found her."

He dropped the call and wobbly made his way down the stairs to the sitting room. He was unnerved, and the thought of all the awfully horrible stories she had told him she saw was eating him deeply. Maybe she was right after all. Maybe she really saw all she'd narrated to him.

He sat on the cushion and buried his face in his palm, restlessly thinking of what next to do. Should he inform the police? What will they do? Is not like they have a clue what had really happened to her.

He thought of the sweet and horrible phases of life they'd gone through together. She was always there for him when he needed her and he was always there for her when she needed him most.

He thought of her proficient springy humor which had always made him smile even when there are so many reasons for him to be angry.

He thought of how the rustling of her amuse laughter like the mellow night breeze had made him calm and put serenity in his heart. Her swingy moods had been nothing but pile of laughter and amusement. She only gets angry for some minutes, then she'll either nudge him and laugh if off or glare at him and strangle his neck playfully.