73. Hold On, Oppa!

It was almost eleven at night. Chin Hwa had just arrived home. He turned his head to the left and to the right, stretching his stiff neck muscles.

He slammed himself onto the matrass. He spread his hands like a flying bird. He let his feet dangle on the edge of the bed.

“Anin!” His memory about Qeiza made him sit up back.

He took his cell phone out of the pocket. With his wide smile, he called her number. The call wasn’t connecting. Every time he redialled, he could only hear the operator’s voice.

It’s not usual for Qeiza to ignore his call. All of sudden Chin Hwa felt restless. He took off his sweaty clothes and changed them. Because the weather was getting colder, he wore a thicker jacket.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Qeiza was still struggling to untie the rope on her hands. Her eyes occasionally watched two of Aleta’s men. They were getting closer.

“Step away!” The round-faced man chased away Adnan who was standing there, putting up his body to protect Qeiza.

Instead of obeyi