18 Figures (2/2)
”Sorry.” He murmur and goes down on her complaining stomach. Just the right time, the doorbell rang and he strode back inside to the fetch their foods. She follow along and he pay for the foods.
They settled on the living room in front of the television for their late dinner. Well, this is normal couple eating some Chinese food in front of television watching Netflix. He even reach her breast just to make sure that it was perfectly measure on his palm. She didn't even complain about it and even gave him access.
”You are too bold, my wife.” They aren't married yet but they seemed like in honeymoon stage though they haven't make love or something yet. He pull out his hand. ”So where did you go these 26 hours.” She scribble on the tablet.
”London. Beijing.” His lips curl up.
”Tsk. Sweetheart, if you go like that—I am really worried. What happened to London and Beijing?” he take it as she's telling truth. She shrugged. She write down on the tablet.
”Classified.” He nodded.
Once that they settled, disposing properly the trashes, brush their teeth or do whatnot before sleeping, they lay down facing each other like familiarizing each other's faces. He keep brushing her hair like it was a stress ball. She had fallen asleep but he's still awake.
He sat up and call someone from overseas. In few rings, the person answered his call. He closes the door to his terrace.
”This is, Lawson.” He speak in fluent Mandarin.
”Mr. Lawson.”
”What happened in Beijing? Any odd things happened?”
”Underworld happenings or business happenings?”
”Both.”
”In Grand Hyatt Beijing, high class assassins ambush one of the presidential suits. All of them are dead. Since the hotel is known on their confidentiality, nothing came out and it seemed like even the government disclosed it.”
”I see.” He glance at the glass door of his terrace to her direction.
It was odd. Too odd that she has to leave. He had known that Chenxi Lou's girlfriend was kidnapped by a British Mafia. He exhales and finally—he's closed on knowing who she is. In fact, he didn't take her words as jokes. If she's been in London, she'll take a private jet plane to be there in short time and proceed to Beijing in short time as well.
He went to the bathroom and glance at the laundry basket. He pull her jacket, searching around it and found a very interesting thing. A recorder. He closes the door and squeeze the faucet. He click the recorder for play. It was noises and then a man asked in his fluent Mandarin.
”Who sent you?”
”A message for the great woman, I'll come to you sweetheart. Just wait for my arrival.” And then a woman's laugh.
The laugh was dangerous but it somehow send warmth on his heart. Then it follows by a loud bang of gun. It's the end of the recording.
”Sabrina, Sabrina. Who are you?” He mutters.
He put the recording on the drawer beside the bed. She seemed to notice him and look at him with pouts. She's just adorable.
”Sorry, I'll be with you.”
She sat up and wait for him to lay down and she snuggle up on him like a kitten. He chuckled and hugged her.
At the moment, he couldn't sleep. Why does she have that recording? Is she the woman on that was after by the assassins? Then, it means that he couldn't leave her alone. He settled his plan until he had fallen asleep.