(Author’s POV)
"Yes, Dad. Ohh~ .... I am with Fabian. Yelena said that? Ohh~ yeah~ .... Yes~ ... I ca to discuss that. Yups~ ...... ummhmm~ .... We are done with our talk. I was just on my way. Will be there in five minutes," saying this, she hung up William’s call.
"My dad called. He is urging to co ho. I need to hurry up," Myra got up from the couch as she walked towards the entrance.
"It’s dark out there. Let send you ho," Fabian offered as he got up from the sofa, but she politely declined. Shaking her head, she said, "You don’t need to. My place is just a block away. And~ .... Tomorrow is a big day for you. Rest early and~ .... good luck. I am rooting for you." Changing into her shoes, she said her goodbyes and walked off, not giving him any chance to reply.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the warm, cozy, and holike place turned desolate, cold, and lancholic. He leaned on the sofa, resting his head on the headrest, and closed his eyes while murmuring, "That was a close call. Fabian, you almost couldn’t contain yourself and lost control .... You need to be a bit patient and let her accept you completely and wholeheartedly. Let’s not rush."
Myra, on her way ho, kept reeling about what happened back at Fabian’s place, about the ambiguous atmosphere, and her cheeks flushed, a shade of scarlet appearing on them. It was not because of shyness but rather because of embarrassnt.
This ti, she smacked her forehead for real and muttered under her breath, "Yelena has thoroughly corrupted my subconsciousness with her romantic blabbering. She has been doing it a lot lately, always talking about cute boys this~ .... Handso n that~ ... and Fabian ... jeez. Yes, I know he is drop dead gorgeous type of handso, but he is a friend. Let’s not taint our friendship." She shook her head violently, a strong denial.
Then, sothing suddenly clicked in her mind, causing her to freeze. Her eyes widened as she realized, "Wait a minute~ hold on~ ... just now~ ..... Fabian ntioned that tomorrow’s annual seminar will feature many influential businesspeople from around the world. How could I ... shit~... it has to be that. How did I miss the signs? How~? ... Damn, now I understand why I saw Alaric Everests in Esteria. He must be one of the invitees for the upcoming seminar representing Everests Cooperation. It has to be that." With her hand on her forehead, she thought, "What should I do now? If that’s true, how can I attend tomorrow’s event? But~... I can’t just skip it. Professor Mitchell will have my head if I don’t go. Plus, I can’t afford to miss such an opportunity. I have been eyeing such a chance for a long ti. Gosh~ ... " she muttered while mussing up her hair in frustration.
"Myra, what are you doing, standing in the middle of the road? Did sothing happen? You look... kind of disheveled," a familiar voice startled her as Myra snapped back to awareness. Her hands were still pulling at her roots.
She straightened her back and shifted her gaze to find Riya Johnson, Prof. Zachary’s wife, whose face was etched with concern. A friendly smile appeared on Myra’s face as she greeted her, "Ohh~ Mrs. Johnson, good evening. I~ ...... I was on my way ho. I am sorry, I didn’t hear your words earlier. What did you say?"
"You seem dazed, and your hand, ohh~ my ... it is injured. What happened?" Riya gasped while staring at her.
"Ohh~ this~ .... it is just a scrap, Mrs. Johnson, and everything is fine," Myra brushed it off, giving Riya a formal smile. She then made an excuse, "I am sorry, but my father’s calling nonstop. I need to hurry up. I will see you and Prof. Johnson so other ti." Waving her hand, she scurried towards her ho.
As the glass windchi on the door made a subtle sound, both Sandra and William peeked out of the kitchen to find Myra, who was in the middle of changing her shoes.
Sandra rushed out with a ladle still in her hand. "Baby, you are finally ho. Let see your face. Are you alright?" She got emotional again.
Before Myra could say anything, Wendy, who was coming down the stairs after changing her clothes, comnted, "Mrs. Miracle is at it again. We are going to get flooded soon."
Yelena, who was following behind, pinched her. While William reprimanded her, "Wendy, she is your mother. She is allowed to be worried about you. You should know her heart."
"Aaaaa~ .... Ouchh~ ouchh~.... I am sorry. I am sorry. I was just pulling her legs. I know and I love my mumma and dada the mooooosssst in the world, uhh~," she muttered in a cutesy tone, the one from those romantic anis.
Sandra, without a care, hugged her elder daughter, while Myra let her do it. When the mont finished and they pulled apart. Sandra saw the dressing wrapped on her arm, "You got hurt?" This comnt got the attention of William, who ca out hurriedly, his brows furrowed.
"How did you get injured?" he questioned. He then turned around, stared and Wendy and Yelena, giving them a questioning look, "Why didn’t either of you ntion anything about it?"
Wendy and Yelena lowered their heads guiltily. "Dad, don’t bla them. I told them not to. It’s just a scrape, anyway," she shrugged it off and added. "I was being careless and bumped into soone and fell, causing an abrasion." She then sniffed the air and changed the topic, "What are you guys cooking? It is making feel so hungry."
William and Sandra walked back to the kitchen and busied themselves. Myra settled beside Wendy on the couch, her face glum.
Yelena saw the look and questioned her straightaway, whispering, "Why this gloomy face, hmm? Did sothing happen at Fabian’s place? Did that jerk lecture you or sothing?"
Myra sighed and confessed, "It’s about tomorrow’s event. I am going to skip it."
"WHAT?" Wendy and Yelena yelped in sync, listening to this abrupt announcent. Myra gestured for them to keep their voices down. Yelena then whispered, "Wh~ ... why will you do that? It is because of what happened today? We couldn’t buy any clothes, or was it that jerk Fabian who said sothing to you?"
"No, no~ ... he isn’t even aware I am one of the invitees tomorrow," Myra clarified.
"Then what’s the issue?" Wendy pressed. She was excited to visit the Crown Opulence.
"Ughh~ .... It’s complicated. I just have a feeling that~ .... I should probably not attend," Myra spoke, her voice low in confidence, doubtful.
Yelena got up and settled beside her friend, comforting her, "The reason you are getting cold feet now is because you are anxious. But it’s normal to feel jittery, as it is a massive, one in a lifeti kind of chance. Myra~ ... I know you and have seen how much hard work you have done and the struggles you have faced to co here. Everything will be alright. I fully believe in you."
Myra kept silent even after listening to Yelena’s encouraging words. The real reason .... How could she tell them?"
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’We have searched the ergency ward, general ward, and all the places where the mall incident survivors could be. We have even looked on all the floors, but there isn’t even a hint of her scent,’ Drey concluded, his voice brimming with dejection as well as pure frustration.
Dion was puzzled too. There was no doubt that the handkerchief he found, the blood on it, was for sure Myra’s. So, why was she not here? He made his way towards the nurse station and asked, "Umm~ ... excuse . Has there been any patient with the na Myra Miracle? She must have co amongst the mall survivors."
"We haven’t gotten the identity of all the patients yet," the staff relayed.
Dion then went on to give the nurse Myra’s description, "It is a girl, twenty ... no twenty one year old with hazel eyes and golden bronze hair, around five feet three or four. Maybe she has already been discharged? Can you look for once? Hmmm?" he urged with desperation.
The nurse was moved by his pleas, she took pity on him and said, "I will ask for you. But can you tell , what is the relationship between you two?"
"She’s my ma~" he was about to blurt out, but stopped himself, correcting it, "She is a close friend of mine. Please, can you look for ?"
The nurse made the call and asked around. But Dion has already guessed from her conversation and facial expressions that Myra wasn’t admitted to this hospital. He then questioned, "Has any of the potential survivor been taken to any other hospital?"
"There are a couple of them," the staff told him. "You can look for your friend there." She provided him with the hospital nas.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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