"Anna…. Anna… Can't you hear ?"
Her reverie suddenly broke, "Ah, I'm sorry, sir."
"I've been talking to you ever since."
"Forgive ."
"Is sothing bothering you?"
"N-nothing," Anna stuttered.
Devan who heard Anna's response did not ask again and returned to focus on the wheel.
***
Nico's house
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Currently, Naila is accompanying Dave playing in the living room. The little boy had just finished studying.
A tired sigh could be heard from between Naila's lips, since she had contacted Anna, but never connected, she wondered and worried at the sa ti.
Not without reason, because this was the first ti Anna had co to work on a day off, leaving earlier than usual and leaving only a short ssage. Not to ntion that after she called her many tis, her number was never active.
Suddenly the bell rang, making Naila startled.
"Dave, I will open the door first, honey," said Naila.
"Okay, Auntie."
Naila smiled faintly, and after that, she got up from her position and walked towards the door.
"Good afternoon, Miss," was the first voice that greeted Naila right after opening the door.
"Afternoon. Who are you? And what do you need?"
"Sorry, is this Miss Anna's address correct?
"Right. Why?"
"Here is a package for Miss Anna, and also a flower bouquet for her," said the man occasionally stealing glances into the house.
"Of whom?"
"I don't know, Miss. I'm just a package sender," replied the man, his suit was very strange and aroused the suspicion of anyone who saw it. From his feet to his head all black, even the hat he was wearing was slightly lowered, causing Naila to have a hard ti seeing the man's face.
"Okay, thank you," said Naila receiving the package and bouquet.
"Please sign here, Miss," said the man again.
Naila did not respond and only obeyed the request of the man who she considered strange.
"Thank you, miss," he said again.
"Um," said Naila shortly, turning back into the house.
"Miss, may I ask you a favor?" said the man suddenly and managed to make Naila turn around again.
"What's that?"
"May I borrow the toilet for a mont? Even then, if Miss allows it, if not then it's okay, I'll just look for a public toilet," replied the man in the most polite voice possible.
Naila was silent, seed to be considering whether it would be okay to allow strangers into the house while the owner was not around?
"It doesn't matter if Miss objected, then I'll excuse," said the man again when he didn't get any response to Naila.
"Wait," said Naila.
"Just want to go to the toilet, right? Then, you can co in," she added.
"Thank you, Miss," replied the man then followed where Naila walked.
Passing through the living room, his eyes occasionally stole glances at the little boy who seed to be busy playing.
"Here, co in," Naila said suddenly stopping her steps and turning around.
"Okay, Miss. Thank you again," replied the man then went into the toilet.
As for Naila, she didn't move an inch from her position. Waited for the man to co out then escorted him to the door. Since this was her responsibility, she didn't want anything to happen.
Even the package and bouquet of roses still perched on her arm.
Until a few minutes later, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss," the man said goodbye.
"You're welco," replied Naila and then closed the door again, locking it tightly."
"Hmm, that's all right," he mumbled then returned to accompany Dave in the living room.
While on the other hand, the man who delivered the package was still standing in front of the door even after the door was locked tightly. Taking off his hat, a smirk ford on his lips.
"It's as easy as getting into your house, honey," he mumbled then turned and started walking away from the house, back into the car he parked a few ters away.
"But where are you now? Why have you disappeared?" he muttered again as he made repeated calls to the sa contact.
Still disconnected, the man threw his phone on the empty seat next to him, his face red as if he was holding back anger. Start the car engine, and drive at high speed.
***
Devan's residence.
It is now evening, the orange light that is scattered on the western horizon is beautiful as if it had never rained today.
Entering the yard, Devan stopped the car he was driving right in front of the main door, then walked to the other side of the car and opened the door for Anna. Yes, he will just park it here, because there is Hendra who will take it back to where he should be.
"Thank you, sir," said Anna imdiately walking.
But Devan didn't respond at all, the two of them then entered the house.
Stepping into the living room, Anna intended to take her bag that was lying there, only her direction suddenly changed when Devan's hands grabbed her shoulders and led her to the kitchen.
"Sir, what do you want to do?"
"Now, sit down," said Devan ignoring Anna's question.
Anna imdiately obeyed the man's words, sitting on a chair at the dining table.
"Stay here and don't go anywhere," said Devan again, taking his hand away from the woman's shoulder.
"Sir, what do you want to do?" Asked Anna, stamring a little when she saw Devan enter the kitchen and open the refrigerator which only contained food ingredients.
"What do you want to eat, sir? Let cook it," said Anna standing up from her seat.
"Sit down and be quiet. Stop babbling, you are an idiot!" Devan replied in a voice that sounded very flat and so cold.
"Take a step forward, your salary will be cut."
Hearing that, Anna imdiately returned to her original position, not comnting or protesting at all.
"Good," Devan chuckled.
"I can cook it for you, sir. You don't have to do it," Anna shouted in a voice that still sounded very polite.
"Shut up. You're distracting ," said Devan, glancing at Anna sharply.
Anna was silent, no longer making a sound. Only paying attention to Devan who is now struggling with so food ingredients in the pantry.
Leaning her head on the dining table, sleepiness slowly overtook her. Even though she tried hard to hold it in, she still ended up falling asleep without her noticing.
Almost an hour passed, Devan finally finished his cooking ritual in the kitchen. Although he is a leader of a large company, make no mistake, in addition to his good looks and wealth, he also has undoubted cooking skills, because when he is alone, if he doesn't order then he will cook his food.
Glancing at Anna who was laying her head on the table, Devan slowly approached.
Seeing the woman's calm expression, Devan pulled up a chair and sat across from her.
"If only you weren't married," Devan muttered. His hands moved, struggling to caress the girl's face.
"Let do all this for you."
"To the point where I'll be able to let you go and forget you, Anna."
"Do you know? Having one-sided feelings turns out to be very uncomfortable."
"Then let be like this, until the ti I'm ready to forget you, slowly.. Give ti to do it," Devan muttered continuously.
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