I found her

"Ok. You can go" Jamal let out coldly and the man stoops "Thank you. Thanks so much."

Another silence grows between them as he walks her to his car, opening it for her to get in then closing it afterwards. He rounds the Benz and enters the driver's seat next to Myla.

He starts the engine and peels off the lot, matching on the gas.

Myla waits for them to get a few meters away before speaking " . . . you seem very hard. You couldn't even tell him sorry"

"How do you know what he said is true?"

"How can you imagine someone will lie about something like that? His face and eyes looking swollen. Yet, no aorta of love from 'someone'"

She squints his eyes towards her "Are you mad?"

She looks away through the window, watching the city becoming lively again after a long day.

"I guess that's a yes" he says nothing until they arrive her house.

He gets down and she follows him. She walks ahead and he halts after coming to meet her.

"Here's where I live. Me and three other friends"

She turns to face him and he's nodding staring at the architecture "It's beautiful"

"Thanks" and he looks at her "For?"

She remembers what he told her before. Don't ever say that. "Never mind"

She proceeds with strolling in and he follows after her. They enter the house and Tiffy, Brehilda and Eliz freeze on whatsoever thing they were doing.

"Meet my friends: Brehilda, Eliz and Tiffy"

Jamal offers them a genuine smile and they fumble. Myla face palm herself, feeling ashamed for them.

"I'd be right back. I've to change. You can have a sit" she gestures to her favorite seat then jugs up the stairs.

He settles in it comfortably then takes out his phone.

"She didn't introduce us to you" Tiffy says naughtily, playing with her hair like a psycho.

He smirks and the girls look at each other in awe. That smile was heavenly. His dimples are so magical.

"Where did my friend get you from?" Brehilda jokes.

He chuckles "Maybe she has a better explanation to that"

"I'd love to hear your version of it" Eliz utters.

He tilts his head, like ruminating "I'd say—I found her"

"Aww" Tiffy exclaims.

"You look like someone I know" Brehilda mentions

Her friends shoot her a 'really!' look and she ignores them.

He waits diligently for her to think completely "You—are Jamal?"

He shrugs then nods "Yeah?"

They girls open their mouths in disbelieve. What is he doing here? Didn't Myla say he got engaged? Firstly, he answered her call and now he's coming to her house!

"Have we met . . . before?" he inquires, his mind trying to reflect.

Brehilda shakes her head "No. Your sister is always here. I just saw the resemblance"

"I see" he nods, understandingly.

They girls are silent. They don't know what else to say before Jamal mutters "Were you folks the one calling Myla's phone all night?"

They confirm in unison. He slowly heads.

Myla walks back down with a white flower gown covering a gray short. She has a model-like shape so nothing really exposes her tights and she's very comfortable with this at home.

However, to Jamal, it feels like another side of her. He can't seem to take his eyes off as she strolls to the kitchen side then returns.

"What do you want me to make for you?"

"Anything you have"

"Nope. You need to say something I know. That's not the name of a food"

He chortles and chooses something. She makes for two and brings to the dining. She calls for him and they settle to eat.

"It smells so good" he compliments and she blushes. She wants to say thank you but she remembers what he said concerning 'thanks' and swallows it.

He takes in the first meal and his eyes short impulsively. Myla watches him, anxiety rushing through her veins. What's that face?

He hums, chewing the food in slow motion. "It's perfect"

She sighs, a sigh of relief and giggles, "You're so funny. Is that what made you close your eyes? You got scared"

"It's but normal. After eating such a meal, I can't seem to get enough of how it taste. You need to tell me how you cook this"

"My services are not for free" she looks into her plait, trying to avoid eye contact.

He smirks "What about we do this. You teach me how to cook this and I'd teach you how to cook my own meals."

She cocks her head, perplex about his statement "What a joke. What type of meal do you know that I don't know apart from your cultural meal?"

He rests his utensils on the side on his plate "I don't like the way you underestimate me"

"I love when you feign. You should do that often"

Jamal narrows his eyes and adds his fake emotion warranting her to burst into laughter. Her girls hear her chortles from a distant and give each other a confused look.

"I'm serious. I can cook. You should taste my food."

"Alright. I'm going to give you a chance to cook next time—" she chokes on her words, taking the glass of water next to her and towards her head.

Did she just say 'next time'?

"That'd be great. I can't wait to know when" he takes back his utensils and dig into his plate.

She gives him a half grin.

...

Latif comes to see Jamal in his enterprise but falls on Amid. "I'm sorry ma'am Jamal is not around"

Her brows crumble "What do you mean 'not around'? Where did he go?"

He ruminates on whether to tell the truth or lie. "If you don't tell me where he is I'm going to make sure you are sacked"

"I can't tell you about my boss's outtake. You can call him if you want"

She clenches her jaws, her veins protruding from her flesh. She hisses heavily and walks away. She calls Jamal's number.

...

Jamal's phone rings from the table and he peeks to see the caller ID. His fiancée.

He tries to swipe on it but it presses on hang up. He curses under his breath. He goes back to call but a message from his interrupts him.

He slides into it. Did you find her? I believe I deserve an explanation now.

He decides to reply to her before calling Latif. However his thumb clicks on the video she sent to him.

Just like it'd be each day. I'd be in my space, fluttering the air. Reaching out to you: You, to me, towards one another.

Myla ices, bringing her head to Jamal, her eyes growing wide.

He turns it off and decides to keep the phone away after sending a short reply to his junior sister.

He behaves normal. As if that didn't happen. He was oblivious about the fact that his sister recorded her without her concern.

"Where did you get that?"

He smiles "Patricia"

Myla baths are eyelashes. Patricia! And why did she send it to him?

To be continued...