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13. You Need To Wake Up and Smell The Coffee
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My Obsessive Ex 14. Weaving Like Tangled Threads
If you released a deer back into the jungle, so never hope you will easily catch her again. *** Qeiza had just taken a bath. Her body was still covered with a towel. Yet, the sound of knocks on her apartment door totally disturbed her. That noise sounded so rash and impatient, making Qeiza sick behind the sense of her wonder. 'Just let it be!' Qeiza thought. 'There’s probably a drunken neighbor.' Remembering her experience that there’s ever the other occupant of another apartment that did such action when he was drunk, Qeiza got calmer. She kept walking to the wardrobe. She smiled in relief when she could no longer hear the noise from her apartment door. That person might have been gone away. That’s she thought. “Ae Ri! Open the door!” Qeiza’s relief just actually stayed for a while. The insistent banging on her apartment door was heard again. It’s followed by the yell of a man who called her name. “Ansel?” Qeiza muttered. She couldn’t hide her astonishment after successfully
My Obsessive Ex 15. An Astonishing Fact
Whatever you plant then you will reap the fruits. *** “That’s the package sent by Miss Qeiza’s lawyer,” answered Xander. “Of course you’ve the right to open it.” Ansel took a deep breath. “Just keep it!” he commanded. He could already guess what was in the package. It had to be his divorce certificate. All was over now. The burden that crashed his chest all this time had totally disappeared without a trace. “Are you sure you don’t wanna check it?” asked Xander. The envelope was already on his palm again. His forehead frowned when he touched something strange in it. “What’s for?” Ansel replied, still speaking in a reluctant tone. “It’s just a divorce certificate.” Xander shook the envelope near his right ear. “I don’t think that’s all,” he argued. “The sound was weird,” he added more. Ansel’s ears also caught the strange sound came out from the shake of Xander’s hand. He then sat on the couch, coding Xander with his eyes. Xander also sat in front of Ansel. “So, is this really
My Obsessive Ex 16. At The Crossroads of Doubt
Sometimes we need to make a bold decision. *** [Who are you?] Ansel replied the message with a high curiosity. He truly wondered the person who had just interacted with him. However, his message never got a reply. Not losing his mind, Ansel pressed the dial button. “Aaargh!” He shouted in anger. His call had just been answered by the operator. The sender of the messages had inactivated his or her phone number. It could indicate that he or she used a disposable phone number only. Ansel grabbed his jacket, intending to go out. He wanted to inhale some fresh air. Still, the pain in his back stopped his steps. He stood frozenly behind the door. While grimacing, he went back to the bed and laid down in a slow motion. “Hold on, Ansel! You should be patient till you’re fully recovered.” Ansel cheered himself up. If only it wasn’t because of the carelessness of a mother who let her little son ran freely around the stairs of Qeiza’s apartment, he wouldn’t get injured. All of sudden, An
My Obsessive Ex 17. A Wrong Assumption
Creating a lie is tantamount to digging your own grave. *** “Why did it take so long to open the door? Were you hiding anything? Or anyone?” A suspicious-toned question and an investigating facial expression immediately attacked Chin Hwa as soon as he opened the door. A fair skinned woman with a long bob hair cut broke in without any doubts. Her sharp glance locked on Chin Hwa’s restless eyes. “No, I’m not. I–I’ve just come home from work.” Chin Hwa was a bit jumpy. That was for the first time he made up a lie on purpose. The woman who had just arrived stood face to face with Chin Hwa elegantly. A luxurious purse hung beautifully on her left arm. Another arm was let down and dangling, showing her well-groomed pretty nails. Her slim body was covered by a pair of maroon trousers with the upper part of a white blouse layered with a coat matching the color of her trousers. Her eyes rolled wildly, sweeping every corner of Chin Hwa’s living room. She titled her head by narrowing her
My Obsessive Ex 18. Like Being Sucked in The Quicksand
Thought is like a magnet. It will attract events according to what we think. *** Chin Hwa felt as though the thunder of lightning had just exploded right into his eardrums. The unpredictable question of Mrs. Song momentarily drugged his consciousness. It made his eyes bulge round like he was seeing a very creepy ghost. Qeiza was not different from Chin Hwa. She felt like her soul get out of her body for seconds. She could only gawk in a trance, staring blankly at Mrs. Song that was still waiting for Chin Hwa’s answer with a demanding facial expression. Realizing that her spontaneous question was like a fire ball throwing through the fortress suddenly, Mrs. Song chortled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you both,” she babbled then. “I’m just so excited about having grandchildren soon. I—” “Mom!” Chin Hwa screamed in surprise, cutting off his mother’s nonsense. He could felt his earlobes get hot because of embarrassment. He really didn’t presume that his mother would think too f
My Obsessive Ex 19. Dilemma
There’s nothing immortal. All can change over the time. *** After Qeiza met Chin Hwa’s parents, she was getting lost further and further into the labyrinth of lies and got harder to find the exit. She thought fleeing to her boss’ apartment would stop the confusion of her mind caused by Ansel. In fact, running away could never solve the problem. In the contrary, it was just like accumulating the dust under the carpet. The longer it got thicker and could cause the illness. That’s what Qeiza experienced currently. Repeatedly Qeiza took a deep breath and blew it harshly. Her body leaned jadedly against the back of the chair. The pencil that usually danced swiftly on the surface of her designing paper had been just busy tapping the edge of the table without passion. Qeiza regretted her carelessness in making a decision. If only she didn’t flee to Chin Hwa’s apartment, she wouldn’t meet Mrs. Song and was trapped in a theatrical love with her boss. “Please, Anin ….” Chin Hwa whined. “My
My Obsessive Ex 20. Hurt Pride
The feeling of love probably can’t disappear in a blink, but the logic may not be defeated by the feeling. *** Qeiza was still frozen on her seat. It couldn’t be denied that the subtle poundings made her heart pump her blood faster. Her fingers even got light tremors. To hide it all from Ansel’s and Chin Hwa’s sights, Qeiza rashly rose from her swivel chair while tucking her hands into the pockets of her blazer. Ansel looked up without changing his kneeling position. His lips curled up a bit, formed a slight smile. His dark brown eyes, which almost seemed black, stared warmly at Qeiza and blatantly exposed his hope in there. Qeiza could feel both her knees get shaky. For the first time in her life she could lock her gaze on Ansel’s face in such close and long time. Ansel’s eyebrows were so thick and dark. They depicted the firm and the strength. His face was oval with very sturdy jawlines. They performed a very charismatic aura. His lips weren’t thin, but neither too thick. Their p
My Obsessive Ex 21. The Trace
No one can really keep a lie in secret. *** “Shit! I lost them again!” Ansel cursed in annoyance. He slammed his back against the parapet of his swivel chair. Both his hands joined together into fists full of furiousness. If only there was no fatal accidence before his eyes, he must have caught up with Qeiza. Luckily the brakes of his car were very gripping so there were no consecutive accidents. “Tsk, tsk, tsk! You’ve gone from the office in the early morning, then coming home like a general losing the war,” Xander scorned, slumping his butt on the couch. From his desk, he could see clearly when Ansel passed by in front of his room with a red face. That’s why he hastily tailed Ansel. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Your prey ran away again?” Ansel stared sharply at Xander. His dark eyes got darker. A white gleam in his pupils was like the radiance of a samurai that was ready to chop up Xander’s body. “Did you think it’s funny?” “Gosh! I just asked,” said Xander. “You’re gettin
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