"Ariana observed her surroundings. Comparing this to her experiences camping in the wilderness with native mountain folks, this was vastly different. Just look at the facilities available here: food stalls, toilets, and even a prayer room. If it were real mountain folks, facilities like these would definitely be absent. Ariana turned around and helped Chris unload all their gear - the tent they rented, firewood, and food supplies. Not to forget the hammock she had been imagining hanging between the pine trees. Chris set up his tent, and so did Ariana. They intentionally placed their tents facing each other. Chris planned to build a campfire between their tents. Afterward, Ariana spread out her sleeping bag inside her tent, then packed all the food they had bought before sealing the tent shut. She didn't want any stray cats to get to their raw food. Chris piled up wood to make a campfire. For cooking, they had brought their own portable gas stove, which they impulsively bought at th
Gerald glanced at his assistant and personal secretary alternately. Neither of them gave him a satisfying answer. "So?" he asked, his eyes sharp. Both of them shook their heads. For the first time, Gerald felt disappointed in the performance of the two people in front of him. "There are no CCTV cameras outside the restaurant area. Even though we followed her trail, everything was futile, Sir," his secretary replied. "The one who was watching her house and the restaurant also said there were no signs of her arrival, Sir. There were no calls or emails to the restaurant. It's the same with her house," his assistant added. Gerald was furious. He slammed his wooden desk, creating a loud noise that made his listeners wince. "Find her no matter what. If necessary, investigate each and every restaurant employee. I will visit her parents," he said. Both generations of men in front of him nodded before leaving Gerald's office. Gerald rose from his seat, walking toward the window behind
Gerald glanced back at the documents in his hands. This man wasn't a stranger to him. He rubbed his temples. Is the world really this small? Instead of decreasing, the problems seemed to be multiplying. "Where was the last place she was seen?" he asked his assistant. "From the toll data, she just exited toward the rural area, Sir," his assistant replied. Gerald furrowed his brow once again. Where could they possibly have gone? What was in that town? "Instruct everyone to search for her. Whatever it takes. Whatever the cost. She has to be found today," he ordered. His assistant nodded again and left. Gerald returned home around eight in the evening. He hoped he could avoid Axel, so he waited until the child's bedtime. His grandmother seemed to be relaxing in the living room with the remote control in her hand, while his mother was engrossed with her tablet, probably shopping online, as was her habit. "Any news?" Mrs. Rosaline asked, even before Gerald had a chance to set down his
"What's going on here?" A voice interrupted Ariana's rebellion. Chris half-bent, opened Ariana's tent door with sleepy eyes. "You?!" His gaze focused on Gerald. The two men locked eyes in the darkness. Ariana, witnessing it all, was momentarily frozen. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked again. "Picking up my wife, of course," Gerald replied sweetly. "Your wife?" Chris glanced between Ariana and Gerald. One forgotten fact was that Ariana never mentioned her husband's name to Chris. "Is he your husband?" Chris now turned his full attention to Ariana. "A husband I never wanted," Ariana defended herself. She could free herself from Gerald and approached Chris when his attention shifted. "Remember, he's not the husband I wanted," Ariana growled. Chris chuckled, looking at Gerald mockingly. "So, your character hasn't changed, huh?" Chris asked scornfully. He and Ariana were outside the tent while Gerald remained half-crouched inside. Ariana pulled Chris back as Gerald stood up and
They finally reached the top of the stairs. Gerald was truly out of breath. Yet, he hadn't let Ariana down. When Yosef opened the car door, only then did Gerald drop Ariana onto the seat. Under the car's light, Gerald could finally see his wife. She was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and sports pants that looked warm. Her hair was tousled messily, a result of her resistance throughout the journey. And her feet? Gerald felt guilty seeing her barefoot, not even wearing socks. "Get in," he ordered Ariana. However, Ariana didn't move at all. She continued to gaze at Gerald challengingly. Gerald wasn't clueless. He secured Ariana with a seatbelt before he himself got in and sat in the seat next to her. "Drive!" he commanded the driver. The man in his forties nodded and immediately started the car. Ariana paid no attention to the three men inside the car. She didn't bother to tidy herself up. She preferred to look outside the dark car window rather than at Gerald. She sought a comforta
"Can you guess what she wants to say?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerald frowned. "I'll tell you what we talk about." Ariana said, tapping her chest lightly. "Later." She continued before leaving Gerald and following the household assistant downstairs to the first floor. Mrs. Caitlyn looked incredibly elegant in her expensive attire. Even the handbag she held, Ariana was sure, could be worth a brand-new motorcycle. The woman appeared to be accompanied by Gerald's mother, Ariana's impromptu mother-in-law. Deliberately, Ariana tapped her house slippers louder on the floor. She did this, of course, to attract the attention of the two women. "I heard I have a visitor. Little did I know you came here to see me. Is there something I can help you with?" Ariana asked skeptically. Mrs. Caitlyn rose from her seat and approached. Perhaps she wanted to engage in the customary small talk they usually did - cheek kisses and pleasantries. But sorry, Ariana was not from the elegant circles. S
Ariana angrily pushed the restaurant door open. Amber, who happened to be at the front office, looked at her in surprise. "Oh my God, look who's here, the newlywed with such a sour face. What happened? Didn't get your share last night?" Amber teased. Dara, who was next to her, chuckled. "Where's my phone?" Ariana asked, ignoring her cousin and best friend's sarcasm. "Why are you asking me? Your husband took it home, didn't he?" Amber replied honestly. Ariana gaped. Then she rolled her eyes. She was really in a bad mood now. "Why didn't he say anything?" she grumbled as she headed upstairs. "You don't want to handle the kitchen first!" Amber shouted. Ariana glanced at her and then glared. "Why do you and Jody exist if I can't have a vacation?" she jeered, glaring. "I don't want to be disturbed! I want to meditate upstairs. Beware if anyone knocks on the door!" she yelled, continuing to climb the stairs to her private room. Amber and Dara exchanged puzzled glances, but then they co
"Has she returned?" Gerald asked Yosef. It was the umpteenth time he had posed this question to his assistant. Eventually, Gerald decided to go to the office because he couldn't keep going to the restaurant and disturbing Ariana incessantly. Not that he didn't want to meet her, but he knew she was upset, and Gerald wanted to give her some space for a while. "No, Sir. Not yet," replied Yosef. Gerald glanced at his watch; it was already five o'clock. "Are your staff members still keeping an eye on her?" he inquired again. "Yes, Sir. They said they haven't seen Madam after she went upstairs," Yosef confirmed. Gerald could only nod again. "Make sure they don't get complacent. If they do, I'll cut off their legs, hands, and gouge out their eyes!" he threatened. "Yes, Sir!" was Yosef's reply. Gerald turned his attention to another assistant who stood before him. "What's going on?" he asked the man, who was three years his junior. "As you predicted. After finding out that you got marrie