Ethic of being a spy: A spy isn't allowed to fall in love carelessly, especially with their own target.

That was Suri Stoka had been through. Her life had changed when she fell in love with a guy that had been her target. When the guy looked at her up close. "May I know your name?" Suri was confused about what to say, since no one had taught her in spy school about how to deal with such a handsome target, especially when he had asked her to meet him once again. And what if Suri's friendzoned friend started feeling insecure about his position, and wanted more than just friendship?

SPY'S SECRET ADMIRER

Today Fia and I were busy painting on the front page of the house. It was so hot, it hadn't rained in weeks. We both sat next to each other. Each one of us faced a pole and a board of paint. We also wore wide hats to prevent overheating. 


"Now," said Fia. "Focus on the object in front of you." 


I sighed. "I saw him in front of me. There also, beside me, behind the fence, he was everywhere," I complained. "I can't forget him." 


Fia holding his head, seemed dizzy. I was so grateful to have Fia by my side, she could at least talk to me so that I could quickly forget dova. 


"I'm sorry, this is kind of hard for me," I said. 


Fia hit me on the shoulder. "No, Suri," she said softly. "Let me see your eyebag. You look like a zombie." 


Well, at least she was telling the truth. 


"I know," I replied. "I can't stop crying all night." 


"It never hurts to cry." Fia began to brush on the canvas. "But if you persist, you will get sick. You blame yourself for everything that's happened." 


Chapter 39