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#19: Terror
Along the way, Grace never had more than 5 friends. No, I mean, ever since the incident in his past, he's never been friends again. He changed his phone and number, so that friends in his past slowly forgot him.
The girl is now more comfortable with her solitude, calm, without having to be distracted by noise. And evil rumors.
He is now more comfortable with Alyn, and mother. For him, there is nothing more fun than helping Mother knit a scarf, or cook, and accompany Alyn Stream all things Korean. That's better.
“Aahh, Song Jong Ki is so handsome! Kyaa!” Alyn screamed hysterically after the final episode of Descendent of the Sun finished playing on her Macbook. The adorable girl with dimples swiped her MacBook screen which featured an image of Song Jong Ki, one of the lead roles in the drama.
“Not married, huh?” I muttered, looking at the familiar actor's face. Alyn glanced sharply.
“Udah divorce!” While looking at the face of the South Korean actor, I clicked and then agreed.
Than to add more halu, yes. Mumamku.
Ting! My phone clinks, distracts me, and Alyn. The girl looked curious.
“Who? Davila sister huh?” Alyn tried to find a gap so her head could see the contents of the chat balloon listed, I kept my phone away while putting my index finger in front of my mouth.
“Sttt, young children can not know,” Seruku then open Lockscreen and see the contents of the message. Alyn was grieving lazily, then continued to look at the face of her favorite actor. He chatted merrily, insignificantly, containing only his halting calls to marry the actor.
Unknown number: Kaylina, soon you will feel the consequences!
I frowned, the same number from last night. I hung up my phone, let the chat drift in the middle of the sea. Let alone.
“Eh, we watch Goblin want to not?” I said, cutting Alyn's babble that sounded more and more ambiguous. The girl turned her head, her eyes twinkle wide open, she nodded quickly.
“By a bang! I miss Oppa Gong yoo, the same Lee Dong wok too,” Alyn started to move her hands on her MacBook Keyboard, typing the name of the drama she had reworked. Goblins.
Alyn moves her Mousse hit the video with the title ‘Episode 1’. Opening sound video rotating.
Piiipp! Piipp! I turned to my phone, ringing indicating someone called.
Oh, my God, what the hell? I want to watch the drama! I grumbled, while grabbing my phone, Alyn was still engrossed with her laptop screen.
Davila's!
“Halo, Davila,” I stepped away, so as not to nod Alyn, the girl turned her head for a moment but I gave her a code that contains ‘you watch first, I want to pick up phone’. Alyn immediately nodded in understanding and went back to watching the series.
“What are you doing at home?” Davila started to make a sound, the sound of a pen moving on the paper, it seemed like the guy was signing a contract.
“I was accompanying Mommy knitting, Mommy made me a Sweater, and I was accompanying Alyn to watch the drama, what is it?” I said, honestly speaking all the activities I did all day.
“No, tell Alyn to stop watching your favorite beautiful men,” Davila quipped, satirizing the handsome Oppa-oppa that Alyn often alludes to.
You just envy her! I screamed in my heart not accepting.
“Hm yes, why did you call?”
“I don't need a reason to call my wife.” If only I had been a jolly girl in the past, I might have melted hearing that sweet remark, but now I'm turning the eyeballs around.
“Basic.” Mumamku.
“In the near future Hans will pick you up, we will go somewhere, do not use clothes less material!” Davila exclaimed, ruling with absolute.
“Iyaa, already yes, I want to take a shower..,” The phone connection is cut off, I walk towards Alyn, see the dimpled girl who is still engrossed with ‘duniannya’.
“Alyn, Davila said just watch the drama today,” I said, the girl turned her head, pursing her lips flat.
“Sister Davila is just jealous of my Oppa-oppa!” Alyn exclaimed fiery, I clucked and then closed the web drama that Alyn often used.
“It's afternoon, shower there.” I said, the girl thieved, issued a curse on Davila. I nodded my shoulders and walked out of the room. Of course for a shower.
🌵
I stared at the reflection of the glass, nothing special, just her in a casual dress that I randomly chose.
The important thing is to be comfortable!
Ting! I turned my head, there was one chat coming in, I opened Lockscreen while pressing the chat application.
Davila: what are you wearing?
Ting!
Davila: Don't wear clothes that lack material! I have the money to give you decent clothes!
I clucked in disbelief, then opened my phone camera and pointed the rear camera at the glass in Davila's room.
Czechoslovakia!
I looked at the photo, then sent it to Davila, so that the guy wouldn't keep getting his hands on it.
Me : I only wear clothes according to my comfort, basic sucks.
Me : (Sent a photo)
Suddenly the door was knocked slowly, continuing with a formal voice that sounded quite loud.
“Nona, sir Hans is waiting,” I gasped in shock, then put my phone in my pocket.
“Good,”
🌵
Davila sat quietly in her study chair, her sharp, drawn gaze making her look like a grim, creepy angel of death!
I stepped brokenly close to Davila, the man staring intently at my little visible belly.
“Didn't I tell you to wear decent clothes?” The man stood up from his chair and rubbed my stomach slowly.
“Did you deliberately challenge me?” Whisper, he walked away to his closet, looking for clothes I could wear.
I swallowed my own saliva, while Davila was still focused on looking for clothes.
Sreth! The guy pulls a rough one of the Hangers, while throwing a hanger and picking up his long Hoodie.
Davila put the hoodie on forcibly. I resigned, let Davila do whatever she wanted.
“Already. Let's go, but before that I'm hungry,”
🌵
Davila looked like a lion, from that moment she stared intently at the person who was looking at me, ah exaggerated.
I snorted in annoyance.
“Davila, come on,” I pulled his hand, to face me, the guy clenched his jaw, angry.
“They're just a fad, let it go,” I said slowly, trying to calm down Davila who looks emotional.
“But they are staring at you!”
“Jeez, please look to your side and back. Even many girls are staring at you more!” I said exasperatedly, pulling the boy's chin towards the girls who were looking at him with seductive gazes.
Davila squealed, then gulped her sodas.
“Ah, Davila can I ask?” I said, pulling Davila's hand so that the guy did not keep glancing sharply at some of the guys who were staring at him.
“What?”
“Do you have a sister?” Davila turned her head, raising one eyebrow in wonder.
“Alyn.” Quick reply. I moved my hand, not that.
“I mean, do you have a sister besides Alyn? I once saw a man at the dinner table, but I never saw him again,” I explained, Davila had raised her eyebrows confused but a second later she nodded in understanding.
“Oh, the Saga. 3 years older than Alyn,” reply Davila indifferently. I'm nodding.
“Didn't he look handsome?” I muttered involuntarily, Davila pinched her eyes.
“What?!”
“T—no, sorry.” I looked at him in fear, Look, his jaw is clenched, eyes are sharp.
“Do not praise others! And don't talk about other men!” Davila said, he pulled my chin against his face.
“Understanding?!” His touch.
“I—iya, sorry.” I cried out, sorry to let my mouth chatter.
“Again you are more handsome.” Slowly, I said honestly.
Davila started to soften, she rubbed my hair slowly.
“Excuse me, sir, miss, the food has come,” a waitress said politely, he put some dishes on the table.
I nodded then thanked her, the waitress then walked away.
“Ehm, Davila, I'm going to toilet first huh?” Davila looked at me for a moment then nodded.
🌵
I turned off the faucet in the toilet and walked slowly to get Tissue. I focused on looking at the glass, watching Davila's cute black hoodie.
I chuckled softly, in the reflection of that glass, I was like drowning in that long Hoodie. But I'm reluctant to set it up. Let it.
“Kaylina Grace?” The resolute voice of a woman intrupeksi, I turned to find women with height as high as using High Heels and Outfit full black.
“Seems like yes. Follow us.” The girl sauntered away gracefully. I raised one eyebrow in wonder.
“Kita?”
PRANGS!! A large metal bar hit my head. Hard enough that my eyes started to blur.
🌵
Davila put in one small piece of her last steak. He kept looking at the women's toilet.
Where's Grace? Why is he so long? Mumbled Davila curious.
The girl has not been back long enough. Davila glanced at his watch.
In two minutes he's not back yet, I'll come to him. Davila looked at the toilet door.
Two minutes passed, but Grace still did not show up. Davila took a furious breath.
Okay, enough.
Davila got up from her seat violently, so Hans and the two Bodyguards stood up spontaneously from their seats.
The thing that made the other visitors and servants stare in astonishment.
Hans approached, he saluted then asked what Davila wanted.
“Where is Grace?” Reply Davila, he walked slowly towards the toilet, but the waiter first got in the way.
“Sorry, sir but this is a woman's toilet, the men's toilet is right over there,” The waiter said politely, but Davila did not budge, she opened the door rudely.
Hans walked up to the servant, whispering softly.
“My advice, do not take care of Mr. Davila's life if you still want to survive.” Hans whispered slowly and then moved to close the door, and stood in front of the door.
The waiter just gulped his spit broken.
Davila had checked one by one the existing bathroom cubicles. Nil, he still did not find the girl who used the black Hoodie. He didn't even find anyone in the bathroom.
Davila clenched her jaw in anger. The anger lava within him exploded explosively.
Grace couldn't have escaped. The girl knows the risks. Davila walked around the bathroom again. The result remains the same. Blank.
Davila walked towards the big glass at the front of the room. There is only one Tissue that is still dry, seems to have not been used. But not thrown away.
The guy grabbed the Tissue, was about to throw it away but his steps stopped when he smelled the scent he memorized. Grace body lotion.
Fragrant Vanilla is soft, right, it's Body Lotion Grace.
But why didn't Grace throw away her Tissue?
Grace is a person who loves cleanliness. Beberapakali had the girl scold Davila just for not putting the towel properly, and others. Grace couldn't just throw the trash out.
What then? Why can...?
Davila's brain began to move, thinking about the reason, until suddenly the sound of a notification from his phone distracted him.
His eyes turned back in shock at the contents of the message.
That's Grace..
