Novel & Cerita The Notebook Guy Standing In Front Of House

However, it looked like I was only going to get there looking like I had no idea what I was doing. I slipped my fingers into my bag and brought out the notebook I had written the address of the house. I knew I was in the right estate, I just needed to be sure of the house number. "32." I read aloud, as my eyes skimmed the paper. I sighed and looked up at the houses. I was currently standing in front of house 29, and I could see from the layout of the houses, their lawns, and the environment in total, that this was a typical rich people neighborhood. The Italian who had called me must have been extremely rich, I thought.

It looks impeccable, standing tall and alone, but still imposing, just like its owner. There is a fountain sitting in the middle of the driveway. It is surrounded by Roses of all colors. The house is sitting on a large patch of land that is not too far away from the city. "Mrs. Bianchi, Boss is waiting for you inside" Naim opened her door for her. Until that moment, she didn't realize that the car stopped.

I had given up on them. I frowned and searched for Zebe with my eyes, spotting him under the table, assembling his toys in front of him. He was also brushing his doll’s hair. And lastly, there was Zeus—the one who still hasn’t answered the question in my mind: how did he even know where our house is? I saw him writing again in his black notebook. I furrowed my brows because this wasn’t the first time I had seen that notebook. I left Zuhair with Zephyr for a moment and went over to Zeus. I sat beside him, so he scooted away from me and covered his notebook. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just glanced back at me.

Inside the first page, in Grayson's handwriting “For the ideas that don't belong anywhere else yet.” “..... G ” I held the notebook. I looked at his handwriting. At the three lines. I looked at him. He was standing near the window. Looking at Auremont below. Giving me the moment. "Grayson," I said. He turned. I held up the notebook. He said nothing. Just held my gaze. I walked to him. Stood in front of him. Close enough that the warmth of him was present.

There are three hours to kill and I don't want to be thinking too much of what Sebastian may tell me, it's turning my stomach inside out and upside down. "Whoa, good morning. Didn't expect anyone up so early. Christ you gave me a shock." Nate is standing in the middle of the kitchen looking out onto communal green space our flats have, there is seating down there, trees and a weird sculpture. Don't ask me what because I'm still to figure it out. It is a cross between a bird and a human, who knows what was going on in the artists mind at the time.

It could be a good thing, too, because if his car was not parked up front, it meant he was in the country. As I approached the house, I saw a blonde woman standing at the front lawn. I haven’t seen her before. She looked to be in her late thirties. “Excuse me, can I help you?” she asked. She was holding a file folder and I read the words ‘Norton Real Estate’ embossed on it. “Uhm, I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked instead. In the months that I lived in this house, Nick never received a visitor or a client here.

I hesitated before I stood up to go check whoever is it out, but then the knock only came once. I walk slowly to the door, I made to open it but hesitated as I don’t know what or who is outside, I peeped through the tiny hole to see a guy in black, I really can’t see him clearly. Suddenly he turns around and start walking away leaving a note on my doorstep, when am sure he left and gone I open the door and take the letter.

He looked around the house noticing the mayer of the room. He followed James into the kitchen. The notebook was on the table. He saw it immediately. Small. Plain cover. Filled with James'shandwriting. "Tea?" James asked, already reaching for the kettle. "Please," the man said. He sat down at the kitchen table while James filled the kettle and set it on the table. He watched James's with keen interest as he sat there. He was taking in information about everything happening around him that moment. James set a cup in front of him and sat down across the table with his own cup.

I have no faith in him or anyone else. I suddenly see a tiny flicker of that idiotic speedometer. My hand turns the knob, but for some reason, I halt because I'm curious. I was awakened by a nightmare at this hour of the night, and I wonder what would awaken Steve. I look back toward the home on the other side of the fence while making an effort to blend in, but it's not Steve. The Hispanic woman in the middle is who it is. When she notices me, she is taking a puff from her cigarette.

A few minutes later, we’re in a cab heading toward the address. I sit quietly, holding the paper in my hand. My mind is running through different thoughts. What kind of people pay this much? Why is it so private? What if I mess up? The car slows down eventually. Then stops. I look up. And freeze…I literally freeze in a spot looming like I have seen a ghost. The house in front of me is huge. Not just big. Huge. Tall white walls. Wide gates, I bet no man would be opening and closing this everyday it must be a remote controlled kind of gate.