
Bianca entered Bizard's room with a glass of water. He smiled faintly, as he stepped closer to the man's oversized table.
"Sir, I brought you some water," said Bianca attentively, placing a glass on the table. Then took a few steps back, staring at Bizard who was still chewing.
"Thank you, Bianca. Oh yes, your cooking is very good, I like it," Bizard replied with a smile. It was obvious that he liked the food Bianca gave him.
The beautiful woman shrieked inwardly, feeling pleased that Bizard was praising her cooking. She is known to be good at cooking, because after the mother is gone, Bianca is the one who often makes food for the father.
"Really, Sir? I'm happy if you like, then later I make again well," bargained Bianca with her sparkling eyeballs.
Bizard was silent. He did not immediately agree because he thought about Joana's feelings. What if she cooks at home? She may not prefer Bianca cuisine, though it tastes much better.
"Let me think about it later, if I want, I'll call you. How's it?" bizard said looking for a middle ground, he would ask Bianca to make food for him, if Joana did not cook. "I'll pay you later, let's just say I eat at a restaurant."
Bianca smiled happily, even so at least Bizard was still willing to eat food from her. That's more than enough. "By, Mister. You can call me anytime."
"Yes, you can go back to work."
Bianca nodded quickly. "Yes, Sir. Don't forget to eat breakfast. And happy work, if there's anything, you can call me."
Bizard smiled and nodded in response. After that, Bianca left to start her job. As usual, he had to clean Ronald's room first.
When Bianca opened the door, Ronald was already warning with his head down. Afraid that Bianca would wear clothes like yesterday. Bianca was astonished.
What's wrong with this guy? Why does it look like it's avoiding me? Inner Bianca, looking at Ronald who did not take his eyes off at all. Even when Bianca says goodbye.
"Sir, I'm done cleaning your room. Excuse me ...."
"Hem."
Only one word was issued Ronald, Bianca a little throbbing. Not wanting to be too dizzying, he immediately walked out of the man's room. He got excited when he wanted to see Bizard, put on a face as cheerful as possible, so that the man was always happy when he looked at his face.
"I'm sure I'll get it soon."
***
By nightfall, Bianca had gone home first. While Bizard had to be overtime, because there were some sudden jobs he had to do that day.
At 10 p.m., he arrived home. Bizard thinks Joana's home, because she didn't tell him anything.
However, by the time his car got into the yard of the house. The atmosphere still looked dark, the house was like there were no inhabitants. Bizard was astonished. "Did Joana not turn on the lights? Why is it all dark?"
The handsome man immediately rushed down, then tried to turn the door handle. Still locked, just like when he left this house. The smile he had prepared for Joana, seemed to just disappear.
"Did he not come home again? But why not tell me? And before overtime I sent him a message," muttered Bee, then he reached into the bag, looking for the house key.
He entered and his main purpose was the room. I wish Joana was there. And the hope must be dashed, because their beds are empty, the sheets still look neat, with pillows arranged, just like this morning.
"Don't be so bad, Bee. It's better now that you try to reach him" Bizard muttered, not wanting to make his mind even more chaotic. He finally took the phone to call Joana, rolled his shirt arm up to his elbow while stepping towards the window.
Rang. However, not lifted.
"Come, Honey. Don't make me worry." Bizard began to worry, afraid Joana why-why. However, the call did not get an answer, because Joana's phone is in silent mode, while the owner has fallen asleep at the home of both parents.
"Damn!" Bizard again clucked after the curse escaped from his mouth. He tried repeating it a few times, but it was all in vain. Joana did not answer her husband's call at all.
Bizard finally gave up, he no longer called his wife's number. With mounting anxiety, Bizard tried to call Joana's house number, he walked back and forth in front of the open window, making the night wind hit his body which was now bare-chested.
On the other end Evans pulled the corner of his lips, convinced that the phone was from the son-in-law. He also took the phone. "Hello, where are you from?"
Hearing the voice of his father-in-law, Bizard also changed sumringah. "Hello, Dad. It's me Bee, I want to ask, is Joana there?"
"Oh, it's you, Bee. Yes Joana was here, it was overtime with Daddy, so yes, Daddy told me to stay again" Evans explained.
Hearing that, Bizard felt relieved. However, looking at the wall clock that was on the bed, she couldn't possibly catch up with Joana to her in-laws' house.
"Thank God then. Joana didn't call me, Dad. So, I'm so worried about him."
"Oh Joana didn't tell you? And then he asked quickly and quickly."
Bizard was slightly flabbergasted by Evans' words. However, he did not want to think a no-no. Eventually, he decided to close the call. What matters now is that he knows where Joana is.
Damn, he couldn't even sleep. Until 12 pm, Bizard was still awake with an agitated look. He finally got up from the bed, took a stick of nicotine, then ignited it.
He felt bad, while cradling a cell phone. Whether you want to contact someone or not. Until he was silent for quite a while, his finger started moving on the keyboard.
[Bians.]
His thumb moved hesitantly, until he deleted the message again. He kept doing it over and over again, until in the end, the message was sent as well.
Bizard didn't expect the message to be answered by Bianca. However, reality says otherwise, because as soon as that message is read.
Ting!
[Yes, Sir.]
Bizard's chest immediately rumbled.
***
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