UNLEASHING DESIRE(SPG)

Chapter Five

A knock on the door jolted me. I look up in confusion, my brows creases trying to remember something. Then I remember that I have a new tenant loving with me, I almost forgot that I'm not alone in the house now.

It was so quiet like I was still alone and just like what I am used to be. If weren’t for the knock just now I would really forget that I was not alone in the house anymore, I need to be conscious from then.

I will not wrongly accuse Cyrill though, it was written in the house rules that we just signed that is to always keep the surroundings quiet.

This rule was made basically in my favour, for my sake. Writing a novel wasn’t an easy thing. I need a quiet surrounding not that kind of quiet that is creepy. Some slight noises will do but not too loud.

And took a lot of time to make a plot and it is really helpful for me if the surrounding is quiet, the brainstorming was much more shorter and I can take it down immediately without any distraction.

"Berry, are you hungry? I made something," his soft and careful tone rang on the other side of the door.

I narrowed my eyes at the door, I was trying to guess his purpose of disturbing me at this time. Is he a spy? Sent by the other enemy? What’s his purpose?

Enough of the guessing. I’ve forgotten the flow of time again. Every time I put my mind to my work it always slips my mind. I feel like I didn’t spend so much time until I checked it.

Being reminded of him I look at my watch and my stomach starts to protest. The rumbling of my stomach was so loud as if it was accusing me of not feeding it. If it were not for Cyrill's reminder, I may have completely forgotten to have a meal on time again.

Cyrill give me a good impression. Even if it’s just out of courtesy to remind me, I am also thankful for him because of that.

Unlike some other, I take my health very seriously. It’s my capital aside from my talent.

I understand some of them who sacrificed themselves because of some reasons like they thought of the plot and they in the crucial part about it and then felt that it’s a waste if they didn’t finish it until the end.

Some slight disturbances may affect the flow of the plot, the feelings on it and the arrangement. It always happen to me and that is why I carry a voice recorder with me to record my ideas.

It was easy and time saving. I you got tired writing and unable to make create another scene you can just stop. In the future if you thought of something else, you can just record it down and review it when you start to write again.

"This, I didn't disturb you right? I noticed that you've never walked out of your room and I think you'll miss your meal if I didn't remind you," Cyrill said cautiously on the other side.

I walked out the room and saw him fidgeting at the door like a child who did something wrong. Amused by his movements, the corners of my mouth lifted without noticing.

"No, it's okay, and thank you for reminding me. It's hard work for you," I said thanking him for his concern.

I decided to fasten my movements and saw the table full of food. It’s the first time that I saw the table full of food, I feel so warm inside me.

My decision was right to let him stay. I will never miss my meal and there’s always someone who would accompany me from now on.

Especially looking at the piping hot food served on the table. It makes me warm inside. I miss my family all of the sudden.

"Thank you for the food."

With that, we begin to gobble down the food while it is still warm. Although we ate silently but it appears to be harmonious.

I volunteer to wash the dishes. Of course, I would not eat doing nothing. Since he cooked, it's natural for me to wash the dishes.

I got a mug of milk and happen to see Cyrill watching television in the living room. His cat sprawled on his lap. I decided to get to know him more and sat opposite him and joined him in watching.

"You must like your cat very much, I've have never seen you walk around without it tailing you," I commented very envious of their closeness.

I noticed the cat would always brushed its presence whenever where Cyrill was. I even noticed it even when Cyrill was at the bathroom the cat would scratch its paws at the door looking for his appearance.

"Peppa is a stray cat. I happen to rescue him from the dumpster after being bullied by another group of cats loitering around. He basically grew up with me that is why he never leaves my side," Cyrill explained telling the stories of how he met his cat.

Peppa up out from his lap and landed into my thighs. "What!" I yelp in surprise. Fortunately, I put my mug down or else I would be soaking wet with spilled milk.

I've never had a pet and never been closed to a pet since I was young. I didn't remember having a pet all my life. I don’t know how to get along with the pet and it is a huge challenge for me facing this big adorable cat.

I looked at the cat who was lying sleepily at my thighs with curiosity. It was so big that my thighs wasn’t enough to covered it. I tried to touch it but I feared that I might wake it up my hands hang into the air.

"What did you do?" I asked changing the topic with pure curiosity as I watched him closely. “Only if you don’t mind, if it’s not convenient for you to said it just forget it.”

I don't know much about him, I realized it just now. Were completely stranger to each other, if it were not for the meal I would probably forget his existence.

We have a few intersections that I can count on my hand. That is why I decided to know him more. Like what they always said it’s better to know someone close to you if it was your enemy or a friend to at least be prepared.

I saw him pondering, thinking deeply and realized that it might be inconvenient for him to say it. In order to relieve the awkwardness I started to introduce myself first.

"I have a running company myself. I hired a few people to run it. I make novels as side line work. I also often travelled to have experiences on my own. It helps me formulate a perfect feeling when I make an entry."

"Usually when I'm on a trip I would choose those places that I've never been to," I started to share with him my experiences, and my work.

"....money is everything. If I have a lot of time I will visit a lot of places," I said with pity. I never lacked a place to visit, I'm only short on time.

"That's amazing, you're job is amazing," he boasts. "I'm a computer expert myself. I played stocks, umm... I was finding a place to stay because I rebel off to my parents," he said uncomfortably.

"You have big guts, I also want to play stocks but I cowered. I can't take a huge risk and I am not familiar with that line."

I was really shock when I heard him said that he was into stocks. It’s a huge gamble, I may say. I look at him differently, maybe he’s not just a runaway rebellious second rich generation he will make something awesome and big in the future.

His work itself is already a big feat. Many major companies tried poaching computer experts with high value to stabilise their company.

He talked a lot. He also shares a bunch in his adventures. I also learned and know a lot of him. When he talked his eyes were extremely bright. He must like his profession.

We also exchange experiences at work. We hit off and talked for a long time. He give me some pointers on how to manage my people which I get another good impression of him.

I listened carefully to his ideas even though I know that he has different profession. I think his ideas was very novel and feasible, I don’t dislike him correcting some of the mistakes at the company and even unknowingly revealed some important dealings at the company.

Strangely we talked until midnight. Feeling sleepy, we decided to stop temporarily our conversation and continue it if we have some time. I was still reluctant to leave our conversation here but thinking that I had a lot of time to talked to him in the future I walked back to the room with light feeling.

We bid our goodbyes and get into our bedrooms. I lock the door and decided to have a quick bath to relieve the heat and also because I sweated a lot.

Seated in bed after I finish having a quick bath. I was drying my hair when I receive an email from my immediate boss in the platform I’m into writing.

I read it briefly and I saw that I don’t need to reply immediately, I close the email and continue to scroll down my phone looking for entertainment.

After a few moments later my hair was dried up and I started to feel sleepy. I turned off my phone and set my alarm clock.

I laid on the bed thinking of the email I received I can’t help but smiled.

'I'm having another good night's sleep,' I muttered while I can't lift my heavy eyelids.