My fingers repeatedly tapped on the wooden cabinet in our living room as I listened to the ringback tone coming from the telephone that I was holding on my ear. It had been already my third try calling Kaya’s number, but still, she was not picking up.
Kaya told me to call her as soon as I arrived home, so I did what she asked me to and immediately tried to call her the moment I entered the house. But since I lost my phone at the club, I was using our home telephone to contact her. I thought it might also be the perfect chance to inform her about what happened to my phone so she would not be worried if she could not contact me later in my number.
My eyes glanced at the wall clock in front of me, then I turned in our kitchen room’s direction, which was only across our living room. I
