The CURSE: Deadly Games
● FOUR ●
Ting tong....
The sound of the bell still shrieked in Eleanor's ears. He was curious but his fear was beyond anything.
"Baylor?" he murmured, thinking about the possibility.
With a slow footrest he came out of the door of his room and passed through his small but neatly arranged living room. Now he was right in front of the door full of mystery, I don't know who was behind the door.
"Open ... No, open .. isn't it?" His head tilted, thinking for a moment. Should it open? What should he do after opening it? And who was that?
He turned his body firm, cold and left the door of the mystery.
"No, I won't open it, whoever it is I don't care" she said as she sped her way back to her bedroom.
The bell had not rang for a long time, but Eleanor's mind kept thinking about it.
***
A different day, the same sun, the same suffering. Have you ever thought that if the sun were different, could all suffering be different? Just from the face of the earth?
His hands began to wash his face and his entire body just like any other day. Even though it's a new day, it doesn't make her even more excited.
Eleanor was ready to fight on the same battlefield, and victory was only a dream.
His homemade toast had dissolved with his bloodstream. His legs started to climb out of his dining table chair and headed towards the mysterious door last night.
KreKK....
Eleanor's eyes gawked at what was in front of her.
A basket? Flower basket?
"What's this?" yells. His face looked up, circulating his gaze looking left and right, figuring out who left him.
He bent his knees and gently rubbed the bunch of fresh flowers.
"Hmmm, maybe the wrong address."
His hand shifted the bunch of flowers in the brown basket slightly more to the right. Closing the door and leaving the flower in its dormant state.
Someone was seen approaching the basket after Eleanor's departure.
"Maybe you should last a little longer, flower," he whispered, showing a cynical smile.
***
Arriving at the office....
The car is parked in perfect condition. He started carrying his bag and went out to the elevator room at the end of the dark basement.
Htc .. tok .. tok....
The sound of shoes came from behind Eleanor's back. Looks like someone's following him.
"Hii, dear Ele," that disgusting greeting came out of Baylor's mouth.
Eleanor gasped at the sound, but she ignored it. He walked confidently again, not once did his body look back.
Baylor approached Eleanor. His body he placed right beside him, waiting together the elevator came to pick them up.
"Hahaha, so remember the old days, well. We also used to gini while waiting for angkot," said Baylor scrambled his memory to say so.
...
Not a word came out of Eleanor's heavy mouth. He just stared hard ahead.
Ting....
The silver elevator door opened slowly welcoming the two to enter. But it looks like that elevator will end up being abandoned as well.
"Come in, I'll wait for the next elevator" said Baylor, lethargic, who realized next door he wouldn't be with her in a closed room.
"No need, I'll just go up the stairs," she replied, as she began to slowly move her legs.
"If you go up the stairs, I'll come with you. Wouldn't you rather just get in the elevator? I'm not gonna follow you anymore."
Hearing that made Eleanor turn around and rush inside. Their faces were facing, but not their eyes. Eleanor was more willing to look at her shoes than Baylor's beautiful beads.
As for Baylor, only Eleanor's body can be covered with her eyes, not with her feelings.
Right after he was left alone, again, his tears started to accumulate on Baylor's eyelids.
"God ... How? How to get back Eleanor's warmth."
The office members were complete on that sunny morning. Surprisingly, the day was peaceful, unlike any other day. Baylor looked lethargic, not bothering the cold queen, Eleanor. Similarly, with Favid, a figure who previously always had a myriad of reasons is now just a stone in the middle of a bunch of rocks as well.
***
Eleanor had returned to the office from her home, in other words finishing past the painful obstacle.
You guys remember that jolly boss?
He walked in that spacious room from his beautiful private office. Passed through several booths belonging to other teams. Looks like the goal finally leads to that team, team Eleanor.
"Guyss ... guysss .. guysss," a joyful shout was thrown from the big mouth. "You know what season it is, right?"
His face was beaming while playing his hand like hinting at wanting to tickle one by one those grim faces.
"Team manager? Comeing! The spirit first."
"Yes, summer," replied the team manager who was no less grim.
"That's fine. The sign...." He was tugging at her words like something jarring was about to appear in a moment. "The Week of Togetherness has arrived. Whooshoo!"
Both of his hands were raised upwards. Dancing twists himself and his own distended stomach.
However, the team's face was only grim, staring at the bright screen.
"Wohoooo!" yelled Baylor, following the boss. He did not know the true meaning of the week, which made the members who had worked for years seem unconcerned.
"Yasshh, my eager soldier" said the boss as he walked up to Baylor and hugged him.
Baylor just smiled stiffly and forcedly. He was asphyxiated by the boss, as if he had stepped on a large elephant.
"Yourfts...."
"Vid, no spirit, anyway. It was the week of togetherness, "sighed Baylor who had just escaped the elephant stampede, before the boss had left them.
"You don't know, here the week together is not the same as you rasain in the branch office. Look at it," he replied lazily.
Baylor just stared at the bewildered sky rooftop in his office, thinking of what Favid said.
***
04:29 P.M.
Eleanor reached her car. He rushed to control the wheel and got out of his office. Today he came home too late, the work force is too piled up.
He was speeding along the way. Quickly split in the traffic crowd.
When he got home....
04:55 P.B.
The number was on the watch in his hand. He rushed into the elevator which had been open long enough to wait for the arrival of the passengers.
His hand pressed fast the number 8 on that elevator. His feet are constantly moving a sign of anxiety that never subsides, even more so.
04:58 P.B.
The alarm sounds again. But he was still waiting patiently in that stuffy elevator. It's dangerous!
A few seconds later, Eleanor managed to get out. He ran in a hurry along the floor.
"Miss...."
The voice sounded out of who, the voice did not shrink. That is, the man followed Eleanor.
05:00 P.M.
At exactly 5 o'clock!
Eleanor had not yet entered her apartment. His hand was right on his doorknob, just opened it, but....
"Miss!"
