It is already five in the afternoon when we came back home from visiting the Montreal Plays Inc. I thought at first that it will be a boring trip, but when we are already in the factory building, the beauty of it proves that I am wrong.
I actually enjoyed the view inside the factory building of my father's company. From watching the way how they produce their toys to the packaging of it really amaze me. I also have the feeling that I want to watch the process of the production over and over again. I feel the satisfaction everytime I watch it.
While sitting here on the couch, my eyes is staring at the little fluffy dog toy that I get from the factory. Of course, it is for free since the owner of the company is my father. I chose it because of the smooth texture of its skin. It is dog toy that can speak when you hit the black button on its upper right foot. It is also walking but just in a medium speed. The cuteness
Third Person's POVThe police officers are now preparing for they know that in a matter of minutes, Fatima Dela Cerna will arrived in their place. This is the day that everyone in the station and Fatima is waiting for. Today, Dwyane will speak the truth and the information that will surely solve the sabotage case.They placed Dwyane in the interrogation room. Of course, for the police officers to assure safety, the put Dwyane's hands together with a handcuffs. With that, they can assure that he will not do anything against them. He is place again in the area where he always sat when Fatima and Sandro or the police is asking him.Unlike the other days, Dwyane is now wearing the orange shirt for the prisoners instead of the shirt that he was wearing days ago. His pants also changed. From the blue pants he is wearing, now he has the black loose pants with him."Be ready. They must be here in some minutes," PO2 Lopes co
Third Person's POVMiss Fatima and Sandro went back to their home after the imterrogation. PO2 Lopez told them that they have to wait for a day or two before the the warrabt of arrest could be make. He also reminded them that they must not tell anyone about the confession that happen so that Rhea will not be aware that police are now doing the process to arrest her.When they reached their house, they saw Sarah sitting on the couch while writing something. It looks like she does not notice that Miss Fatima and Sandro is already home. She continues on writing something on a piece of paper using colorful pens.Sarah stops on what she is doing when someone sits besides her."What's that?" Miss Fatima asked.Sarah looked at her and she was slightly shocked knowing that Miss Fatima and her father is already at home."When did you come home?" Sarah asked."We
Sarah's POVThe night passed and the only thing that is circulating in my mind is about the case. I know I can not do so much thing for me to help Miss Fatima and the authorities, but I can not stop myself from thinking several things about it. I am over thinking on things.Yesterday night, I can't sleep well for my mind is not at peace. I am thinking several things that could possibly happen after two days. What if Rhea manage to escape from the police? What if the police will not be able to arrest her? What if we all fail?I know that over thinking and being so freak out about these things does not contribute any help from the police to solve the case. I am still lucky that I made myself fell asleep before eleven in the evening even if my mind is in war."Miss Fatima, where is dad?" I asked her while I am sipping my coffee."As usual, in the garden. He is removing the tall grasses," Mi
Third Person's POV"Child, someone you love will die. Be careful."That sentence that came from the old woman's mouth kept on ringing inside Sarah's head. Even if she tries to forget it, it is still coming back. She did everything just to remove that sentence on her mind. She tried to focus on any thing that will make her enjoy but it has no sense.After the old woman said those words to her, the whole circulatory system of her started to make the process faster than the normal. Sweats started to build up on her face and her heart can't do anything but to palpitate."I must ignore it," Sarah said to herself.She is now walking back to her home. Even if she already said to her
Third Person's POVIt is another day and just like yesterday, all of them are waiting for the police to call. But not like what they did last time, they are now doing several things instead just sitting on the couch and staring at the to and wait for it to ring. They made themselves busy but their ears are all lending on the telephone."Miss Fatima, what's this?" Sarah asked while showing the black box that she found inside the cabinet."Oh," Miss Fatima reacted and then walks towards Sarah. She takes a closer look to the black box that Sarah is holding. She smiles widely."That was the box that I am using when I was still teaching," Miss Fatima answered.Sarah was shocked and amaze at the sam
Third Person's POVThe attention of everyone is turned to the bunches of police cars driving in the highway. Cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles, and any other vehicles stopped and gave way for the police cars. The siren of the police cars is echoing almost in the whole area. People get out from their houses.It is the first time that the people witnessed this kind of scene. Usually, when the police officers are going to arrest someone, there is only one police car to go, but now is different. It looks like the police authorities are going to capture a group terrorists because of almost eight number of police cars with four police officers inside."Miss Fatima? Dad? Aren't the police over acting?" Sarah asked of nowhere.Sandro looked at her. With that l
Third Person's POVNow that Rhea has a hostage, she is sure that the police officers cannot hurt her. She will use this old woman to escape. But if the police are hard, she might kill this woman. She will not let herself be put in such a dirty place like jail. It will destroy the reputation she built for herself."Please... Let me go," the old woman pleaded. Instead of listening to the woman's request she hold her neck even tighter for her to find it difficult to escape from her hands."Just shut up. I'll cut you neck if you make more noise," she whispered on the old woman's ear.Nothing is in Rhea's mind but pure hatred and anger. They started walking and Rhea is exploring her sight to see if there are police officers near them. When she feels that i