Love Beneath the Lies

CHAPTER THREE

After the incident, Zandra became more cautious. She can't let anything happen to her family. It is one of her reasons why she joined the organization is for protection. She started to investigate what happened. She had a suspicion that they might be opponents, but he couldn't forget the meaning of what was written on the paper. The writing seemed to indicate something else. She was not sure what and for whom. She heavily sighed and leaned back in the chair.

She went down to the kitchen and put on an apron. Whenever she can't think straight or her head hurts from what she's doing, she chooses to cook and bake. She brought out all the tools and ingredients to make blueberry muffins. It took her several hours to make so many muffins that she hardly noticed the time. Zandra slapped her forehead when she realized that she had already baked a lot.

She picked up the phone and called someone. "Natasha, I have food delivered, are you free?" The person on another line agreed and said that she would then prepare the van.

A minute later, there were people packing the muffins and put them in cartons which they also quickly put in the back of the car. "What did you think and bake a lot? I think you don't want to donate now because you just donated the last day." Natasha said. Natasha Aguilar, a doctor and a businesswoman. She also does charity work and missions. Natasha is Zandra's close and trusted person, she even knew her identity as a secret agent. Zandra sighed. "Well, I didn't realize it. Maybe I was distracted. Anyway, I want to visit the kids again." she smiled. Natasha just nodded, and they left together for the orphanage.

When they arrived at the orphanage, they were greeted by staff and children with big smiles. It touched Zandra's heart to see the children's smiles as they received the muffins. Their smiles and small thanks are heartwarming. The money Zandra gets goes to charity cases and orphanages. She only returns to those who should receive the money that is corrupt and stolen by officials and greed for money. For her, the money should go to those children who were deprived of their dreams and families.

A child suddenly approached him, Aya. "Ma'am Jade, thank you for this, it's so delicious. You are really very kind." she sweetly said. She bent down and plastered a smile on her. Aya is an 8-year-old child who was abandoned by her parents but raised jolly, smart, kind and sweet. "The pleasure is mine. I'll bake cupcakes next time. Do you want that?" Aya innocently nodded.

Zandra just smiled when she ran away because they were called. The head of the orphanage thanked them. Zandra and Natasha didn't leave first, they chose to go around the place first. The surroundings are beautiful because it is full of flowers and plants. Some children are happily playing in the playground while others are doing something of their own. These children who were abandoned by their parents but still live with a smile on their faces. Innocents, unaware of the outside world.

"You're spacing out. Still thinking about the accident that happened to you and aunt." Natasha didn't ask, she was stating what was on her mind. "I don't know, it was a first time encounter. And it's just.. I don't really know..." she did not even understand who was behind what happened. She was already in front but didn't mean to kill them.

"Maybe your dad's opponent in business. They just gave a warning. You know, don't even think about that. Anyway, how are you?"

"I'm good, nothing new. How about you? I heard that someone's courting you. Is it true?" Natasha rolled her eyes. Zandra started to tease her friend. Until they just laugh like crazy people.

Natasha asked to drink, so they went to their friend's bar. They ordered drinks and just chilled sitting while enjoying sipping liquor. Natasha stood up suddenly, but she couldn't stand properly because she had already drunk. Zandra, who is tipsy, is supporting her, laughing. Now they are bonding like this again because they are both busy. Natasha sat down again and leaned back in the chair.

"Jade, I want to ask you. Am I not enough to be pursued? Am I not enough to risk for? Or they just don't love me?" Natasha said with obvious sadness in her voice. "Crap' this single life, I want to have a boyfriend!" She stood up and shouted. "Hey you, are you single? Want to be my boyfriend?" she said impulsively to the man who passed by.

Zandra immediately pulled her and made her sit again. She doesn't know whether she will pity or laugh at her friend. She might be mistaken for desperate, but she can't blame her friend, because of all the people she likes, they can't stay or leave her. She just patted her friend's back, who was talking a lot, and continued to emote. Zandra got up to go to the bathroom because she wanted to throw up. She closed her eyes tightly to adjust because she was feeling a bit dizzy. She said goodbye for a while to Natasha, who was drinking again. She walked past people drinking and dancing to the beat of the music to get to the restroom.

When she was close to the bathroom, she suddenly vomited and the worst thing was that there was a man in front of her. The man was surprised by what happened, but instead of getting angry, he helped Zandra into the girls' bathroom. Upon entering, the man grabbed Zandra's hair, so she could vomit properly and patted her back softly. When Zandra got better, she pushed the man. "Who are you? I'll kill you, don't come near me!" she threatened the man and walked away.

The man was left in disbelief. He just shook his head and left. On the other hand, Zandra has a hard time carrying the drunk Natasha. She made her ride in the back seat. She was about to get into the driver's seat when the man suddenly cornered him. His hand was on the other side while Zandra leaned back. They were quite close. It was the man who helped her in the bathroom.

She pushed the man, but she didn't move because maybe her eyes were spinning a little due to the drunkenness. "Drive a car in that condition, do you want to kill yourself?" was a cold but emphatic response. She glared at him. She wanted to kick the man, but there was a part of her that was fine. The man lowered his hand and retreated slightly.

"Let me drive and drop you off. If I do anything wrong, just stab me. " He said and handed a small knife.

Zandra was in the passenger seat tightly holding a small knife while the man with the glasses was in the driver's seat. She just looked straight ahead and didn't bother to look at the man until they reached her house. They both went down. zandra immediately got on but she sighed before thanking the man.

"Thanks a lot, I owe you one." she said, and started the car.

Zandra woke up with a headache from a hangover. She held his head to remember what happened last night and how she got home. She left the room, just as Natasha left the other room with messy hair. Zandra frowned as to why Natasha was in the other room. This is the problem with her. She doesn't remember what happened when she was drunk.

"The f*ck are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"b***h, you brought me here to your house. I should ask you how we got home since we were both drunk." Natasha groaned.

She just scratched her hair because she couldn't remember. Instead of thinking about what happened, he just went to the kitchen to make hang over soup and get changed. She should really remind herself not to drink too much, especially when they are out, because it is dangerous. Even though she is an expert in martial skills, she gets weak as long as there is alcohol. She didn't even bother to ask Natasha about what happened because it looked like she was still hungover. After feeling better, they went back to the room to change clothes.

"I'll get your spare clothes from the drawer." Zandra nodded to Natasha.

After Zandra got dressed she noticed a small knife on her vanity table. She wondered why she had something like that. She knew he didn't have this kind of knife because it had a different brand. This knife is not just any kind. It's small, but it's quality made, just proof that the knife isn't hers. As far as she could remember, there was a man who had driven them home, which maybe the owner too. She felt a little guilty because she didn't even thank him properly. But somehow she trusted that man, no matter who he was.