Chapter 6 At the Condo

Stephanie's POV

I'm ready to go home. I took a deep breath and exhaled because of the tension I was feeling. I started to walk out the door, Carl and I entered the elevator down to the ground floor.

I nervously got in Carl's car. The perfume smells like his car but he still smells better. I sat in the passenger's seat and immediately adjusted my seatbelt. After I fixed it, I turned to Carl, he was busy operating the car.

I watched the way he held the steering wheel as his gaze was on the road. His muscles relax as he presses the steering wheel. I can freely see his handsomeness because he took off his suit earlier which now sits on the back of the driver's seat. He wore a white short sleeve polo.

He looks sexy as he's tucked in and his body is scratched. I just swallowed when he suddenly looked back at me. His serious face flashed at me even if it was only for a moment.

I smiled at him very sweetly but he no longer turned to look at me.

Suddenly I became serious and secretly bored with him.

I just focused my eyes on the outside of the window. A long silence intervened between us until we reached my condo unit. I got out of his car but he got out faster and was at the door immediately while I was just stepping towards where he was.

He opened the door and I didn't wonder why he had a duplicate key to my condo unit. I went straight inside and he followed. I stopped at the bar counter between the living room and kitchen, and I pointed to his bedroom.

The condo unit has four bedrooms, his room comes first before my room. After I pointed it out he entered immediately. But when he was at the door, he turned to me first and thanked me before finally closing the door.

I was hung up left at the bar counter, my lips still open, I raised my eyebrows and shook. I immediately went into my room to take a half-bath. After I cleaned my body, I put on a house dress.

I don't know if it looks homely or walking? For me, there is no need for a house or a walk clothes as long as it is presentable and well worn. I left my room and went straight to the kitchen. I will cook our dinner with my crush Carl.

I looked for something I could cook in the refrigerator. I just want a simple cook, I only have a light dinner at night. But I saw the chicken meat so I marinated the chicken, then later I sauteed the sweet potato leaves. I have already started cooking when everything is ready to cook.

I sliced ​​an onion, but after I sliced ​​I was crying so I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm. At the same time, my cold was flowing. I hurriedly reached for the table napkin and then wiped my nose. I'm still sniffing, I've been cooking for a long time but every time I open and slice the onion I still cry.

I took a deep breath to clear my cold once with tissue paper.

"What's wrong?" The person behind me asked. I almost jumped when I heard his voice.

"Nothing," I replied.

I turned my back on him and I couldn't see him. I know he sees what I'm doing. Approached next to me and took the knife in my hands, he proceeded with the onion I was slicing. He finished it quickly without even crying as I did.

There was silence as I prepared the other utensils of what I was going to cook.

"Could I stay here alone? I'll just call you when I'm done cooking."

I had to say that because I was nervous about being with him. He followed what I said, he had already turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

I took a deep breath when he came out. When he's here in the kitchen for a long time, I feel like I can't finish my cooking because of nervousness.

I miss my best friend this way because my best friend Johnson Rey or JR goes to Grandpa's penthouse where I lived when I was still in college in Germany. JR loves this chicken adobo with pineapple that almost lives there with me.

I enjoyed what I cooked so I still smiled and looked up while tasting, including the cooked sweet potato leaves. I served at the table and then I turned on the TV here in the kitchen. I have a bodyguard and stay-in, I have someone to eat with. I walked to the living room and heard that the TV was also on there.

I'll call Carl when I see him lying on the couch. Wearing shorts colored khaki and a yellow v-neck shirt. Hug the throw pillow that is closed. I think he felt my presence so he suddenly opened his eyes.

His look was straight on my face, I stood in his direction. He also quickly regained his sight.

"Let's eat," I said.

I had already walked back first to the kitchen. I sat down and started to spoon for my plate. He followed and immediately sat in my opposite chair.

I waited for him to finish his spoonful of rice and the dish on his plate.

"Let's pray first," I said.

I began to pray with my eyes closed. After we prayed we started eating. I don't look at his face while in front of me. Only the noise of the TV, the sound of the plate, spoon, and fork including our swallowing could be heard.

"Can I ask you, brother?" I break the silence.

"Drop that brother, just call me by my name!" He pointed at me sharply.

"Ahm, do you have a wife or fiancee?" I asked with a bow.

"Nope," he answered me immediately.

"Really?"

At the same time, I lift my face and look at him.

He is seriously eating rice. That means it's true, he's telling the truth. I secretly smiled and at the same time, I bit my lower lip. I hoped he would ask me a question but no question came out of his mouth. He probably read my background because it was written in Daddy's job proposal.

A few minutes later he stood up after he had eaten.

"I'll do the washing later," he said.

He couldn't wait for me to answer, he was already out of the kitchen. I was left just eating.

After I ate I mixed my milk. I arranged the plates and put them in the sink, there I noticed that the dish had run out.

"Wow, he liked the dish?"

"Probably exhausted," I answered my question.

I just focused my attention on the TV here in the kitchen, I like the show on the Disney Channel. I stood next to the chair as I rested what I had eaten first. While on the table is a glass of milk. I was just shocked when the utensils rang in the sink.

Carl was already washing. I didn't even realize he entered the kitchen.

"Thank you for the amazing dinner," he told me.

My mouth trembled together with my liver, heart, and intestines inside me.

"Welcome," I flirtatiously replied to Carl.

But my eyes went back to the TV, I was watching a love story. I'm in love with the actress lovers. When I couldn't stand it, I sat down and drank my glass of milk.

I put my two feet on the nearby chair just as Carl passed in front of me.

"Halla! (An expression) I'll have someone with me but if I lift my legs like no one."

"Whatever!"

I just said out loud, that's my frequent expression. But my cheek was red, I was embarrassed.

Daddy called through the phone in the kitchen. I lifted it, Daddy greeted me and Mommy joined in. After our conversation, Daddy instructed me to pass it on to Carl. He spoke immediately in the living room because all the phones were connected in every corner of the unit.

I lowered the line in the kitchen so I couldn't hear what they were talking about, some private matters. The two talked for a long time. I even passed Carl in the living room who was still talking to my Daddy on the phone. I quietly made my way to my room.

I had in mind his look earlier. Why is that man so handsome, with more poise?

I suddenly remembered that I had left my cellphone on the bar counter. I'm still digging in my pocket to find it but my dress doesn't have a pocket.

I hurried out of the room to pick up my cellphone at the bar counter. Even before I arrived I saw the broad back of him who had been messing with my brain, Carl. Sitting in the armchair with a drink of wine at the bar counter himself. I stopped walking, wondering if I would continue or not.

I did not take my gaze away from his broad shoulder of him in front of me. He suddenly raised his hand with my cellphone without looking around. I reached for my cell phone in the air. When I reached it, Carl lowered his raised hand.

"You want to drink?" He offers it to me.

"For now, I don't want to drink," I replied.

"I'm full, lest everything comes out when I'm drunk," I added.

"Then next time," he spoke again in a cold voice.

"I am leaving," I said goodbye.

I walked back to the room as if I wanted to run to disappear immediately from his presence. I was able to run as if the dog had just startled me. I am tense, I feel like a teenager who hides when I see my crush. When I closed the door, I dropped my body on the bed.

I shouted because of the incomprehensible feeling. I am twenty-three and I admit I only now experience thrilling moments. I rolled over on the bed like a child. When I woke up, I made a bed arrangement so that I could go to sleep.

But to this time my eyes are still wide open. I can't sleep, maybe I'm missing home. Is it my first time sleeping here in my condo unit and other people are with me? My eyes searched for the clock here in the room. It's just past nine in the evening.

I turned on the TV in my room to watch first as a sleeper. I sat on my bed and faced the laptop. Or isn't it true that I'm still using a laptop? I want to call my co-workers who are my friends, but I can't. I know at this time they are busy, probably outside their home or taking care of husband and child.

It took me an hour to watch TV. I felt thirsty so I got out of bed to get out of the room. The light was still on, but Carl was no longer at the bar counter. I can hear the TV still on in the living room.

I stared at the couch where I often saw Carl but he wasn't there. I thought that maybe he was already in his room at the entrance to the counter was closed. I went to the kitchen first to drink some water. After I drank, I went out of the kitchen.

I was surprised to see Carl already sitting on the couch watching TV. Maybe it just came from the guest toilet next to the counter. He was quietly staring at the TV with his back to the wall. I was surprised he didn't turn to me.

I slowly approached him, he turned his back on me so I could not see his face. When I approached him I immediately looked at his face. I suspected he was asleep. I'm right he closed his eyes, I felt first if he moved. I had to wait for thirty minutes but he was finally asleep.

I was about to move to arrange him on the couch where he could sleep, but he moaned. He deliberately laid his body down. I stood on the side so I could watch him freely. His hand searched for the throw pillow and then placed it on his abdomen.

I smiled at the thought of what he had covered up. He turned his head and growled again. I thought he was dreaming. I was even a little surprised to hear him speak.

I didn't quite understand what he was saying. But I still listen, maybe he can talk more and I can understand something. Because of him, I was unable to go back to my room. I wait to get a good night's sleep then turn off the TV.

If he sleeps in the living room he should have a blanket. I went to his room to get the blanket. I went straight inside, I saw his cellphone on the bed. His belongings in the trolley bag have not yet been placed in the closet.

I hurriedly took the blanket, turned off the light, and then went out. I rubbed it up to his chest. I didn't remove the throw pillow he had placed earlier on his abdomen which was also under the blanket. I adjusted the temperature of the aircon so he wouldn't get cold later.

"Elissa," was the name I heard.

I was about to turn off the TV when I heard him speak. My forehead furrowed, he was just told earlier that 'no wife and fiancee' but now has a pronounced name.

"Who is that?"

I turned off the TV and turned off the lights as well. I turned on the light on the side of the counter that somehow he still had a light on when he woke up.

I frowned as I headed to my room. Why am I disgusted with the name I heard from him?

I'm curious about that name, until now that I'm in the room I'm still thinking about it. Maybe his ex-girlfriend? My naughty brain is full. Maybe, luckily for her, I just thought I was hurting.

I put away my laptop and rearranged my messy bed sheet from what I had done before. I switch off the TV here in my room. I first combed my hair which I always do before I go to bed. It was nice to put my back on the soft bed, I had arranged to lie down but I still remember earlier.

I covered up at least to get rid of my annoyance. I can't feel it with someone else, can I? I don't know the truth yet but I'm already jealous? I yawned in a row so I finally felt drowsy.