The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving because of the wind. The sound of pitter-patter was heard like a tapping on the window. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and the sound woke up a young boy who fallen asleep through his flight as he realized they weren’t in the plane anymore.
It is his first time taking a private plane with only few people inside. The older woman asked him to rest and he did. He didn’t realize that he slept through the day and even moved to the car. Zero awareness, Aralynn thought
A gentle touch through his locks make him turn around to see the older woman smiles.
“Did the rain awake you?” said Aralynn when she took the pen and continued to sign the papers.
“Um, sorry.” Zen flustered with her tenderness as it reminded him with his mother, “Where are we now?” He asked next when they reached to a tall, extravagant mansion.
“My place.” She said short while the chauffeur opened the car door.
“But I thought you need to go to office?”
Aralynn let out a tiny smile, “My office will survive. Watching you asleep makes me want to go back and just relax.”
Again the boy’s cheek gained slightly red, showing his childish demanour openly. I was careless, he admitted.
Both of them walked in the apartment with the men carried their baggages behind. After they settled in, the men formally excuse themselved and leaving them alone.
Zen was about to ask where his room will be when Aralynn looked serious and silent like she senses something, more like someone.
She placed her finger on her lips, gesturing to stay silent. The boy obidiently followed her order next to stay down and hide behind the couch awaiting her signal.
“Whoever you are, show yourself.”