Between Me, You, And That Baby
Ep. 42
ARKAN POV
As I closed the door to my room a thought flashed through my mind, I actually felt that there was something strange about the maid.
First, I didn't know him, but I should have memorized all the employees I hired. It should be because I do have a good ability to remember someone. And in my case, I swear to God that I do remember all the workers in Blue Sapphire who are still active today.
Somehow, that guy doesn't look like a hotel waitress here. Or maybe he was a new servant. I think he's a new waiter here. And a capable servant, considering I caught the impression he was very ordinary as if he could blend in with furniture upon entering a room.
I have to find out about him. But, there is something else that interests me now, I smiled broadly…
“Ngapain night-night here?” aqilla snapped when she found out I was the one who knocked on her bedroom door. Look at her, a grumpy girl say hello to me….
I should have known that. Since when can I expect this little lady to greet me as sweet as honey.
He did it once, which finally made my handsome face smudge moreng. Ironically to the little devil, this little woman always hid her thorn.
To Brother Arion, even to David, and Edgar he was sweet. Only to me did he put up his sharp thorns. Yakkk, the monkey is as perverted as I am, why are you being so unfair. A fellow pervert should be treated fairly. Aishh….
“The waiter delivered your order to my room, they sent to the wrong room babe. As an honest person I feel I have to justify it” Aqilla snorted while rolling her eyeballs a sign of disbelief.
“Modus, I can't believe it” he started holding his door in a position about to close.
“Really. At least you can check it yourself” I thrust the tray that I was holding from earlier. Achy tauk…
“Come on Aqilla, this tray won't bite you”.
The woman looked at me thoughtfully, she gave up on my persuasion. He grabbed the tray and opened it.
“That's your favorite food huh???” much
He nodded, “I like it, but not my favorite food. This is my friend Stella's favorite food. The three of us with Edric are best friends”
“If I had known Edric had a friend as beautiful as you babe, I would have persuaded him to invite you. Are you sure you're his best friend? My sister never told me about you”
“Hahaha, of course not. As a good friend he will not thrust his friend to a perverted man like you” he said in a landslide.
“By me in. I'm also interested in tasting it??” I borrowed the gaze of the half-baked fish mainstay. Strange fish also have puppy-style eyes??
Maybe that's why I started liking this woman. Not easy to get. Not because the pretentious sale is expensive, but because it is all thorny roses.
But, something you get by trying to make it meaningful. Right??
“Eh look, there was a message under his plate” When I shifted the position of his plate, my eyes inadvertently caught the presence of a piece of paper tucked in the bottom. I picked it up, tried to read it but only made my forehead wrinkle, which language is this??
“Message?? What's the writing?”
“Once, written in a language I don't understand”
Aqilla took the paper, read it and….
I was flabbergasted when I saw her tiny body suddenly collapse like fragile blocks that were accidentally knocked over.
"Aqila!" yell at
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AUTHOR POV
The abandoned building, back to the man, a secret guardian…
Change is always a gap for evil. And the situation just proved it. The man ran fast down a row of stairs, across the street, to reach the other side of the building.
He had already sent the black code to his friend who was inside the building that was now his destination. Hopefully the guard over there has acted first. There was no point crying over spilled milk, now the anticipation of the worst possible was all he could do.
The witness is not just the witness. It is a living memory of someone he loves. His eyes, and his smile, really reminded me of a dead figure; my beloved brother. And I hope that life's memories don't end in death. The man uttered his hope in a scream of his mind.
Meanwhile in Blue Sapphire, with a different man…
I hated the rat-sized intruder as he ran to the witness's room. Let's just hope the damn killer does nothing but scratch the door with his claws.
Arriving at his destination, all vigilance filled his pores, with his hands on standby starting to feel the weapons he stored behind his clothes. With eyes watching the entire corner, sniffing out any danger that might lurk, the man's hand touched the deadly cold object. And he entered the room; the room of Aqilla.
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