Chapter 11

Don't ever call me if the house is not on fire!. "  he cutted it. staring blankly at the disconnected telephone, Azra quietly dropped it back as she turned towards Claire.

      Meanwhile, when Claire entered and saw them around the phone booth, she immediately felt bad about her actions.

    "Poor maids. " she pursed her lips. it was not their fault. she breathed out and walk towards her room.

          "Ma'am. " Azra rushed towards her, "what happened? ".  Azra was already at the edge of crying. she feared something big might have happened.

          "It's fine... it's fine. "she waved her hands and smiled, "I was just a little freaked out. "

       the maids looked at each other and back at her as Izly gave a small smile and excused her self.

          "Let me and get your break fast. "Azra said as she turned to leave.

           "Ah yes. " Claire entered her room and sat on the chair with a thud.

      Covering her eyes with her hands as she looked up, Claire sighed and pushed her self up. pulling her cloths off as she changed into a more comfortable wear, Claire went to the dinning room to have her breakfast.

       "Ma'am... "Azra called out concernly as she gathered the plates she used in eating.

        "Are you alright? "

   Turning her head, Claire smiled sweetly "yes Azra, I'm alright. "

        "Okay, "she sighed, "if you say so. " she smiled and took out the plates. 

     Back in the office, kelvin sat agiated as he stared at the disconnected phone call. he wondered what happened to Claire. she was furious?, he snort. he did not understand what her problem was because he had already made it clear on the note to leave a question if she has one.

     So why making a fuss about staying at home for a month. he hissed. some people would happily jumped around and accept it.

      Brushing it aside, he couldn't wait for six months to arrive so he could file the divorce case by then his father won't pester him. thinking of an excuse to give his father. he trace his jaw as he swivel the pen around his fingers.

      "... She's too clingy dad, you know it, I don't like people who are clingy.. And she's too timid, dumb... I can't deal with her anymore again.... "

     Smiling at his own excuse, kelvin went back to work. few hours later he received a call from one of the executives. picking up some important paper works to finish at home, he left the company.

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      The evening breeze was calm as claire's hair danced to its captivating tune. black head of hair, like a wisp of enticing smoke tentacle . moving as he it has a life of its own.

      Claire sat by the window clutching a piece of paper as she enjoyed the evening view.

   Earlier on, she had asked Azra when kelvin do come back from work . she would wait for him no matter how what or Late it was. yes she would wait. she nodded firmly as she brought the piece of paper she was clutching to her face.

      A small smile appeared in her lips as she nibbled on it. she had told Azra what kelvin had asked of her as she kept pestering her. though not wholly, she just summarized it which brought a charming smile on the young lady's face.

     Coming back from her thought, she went through the list of things activities Azra has written down for her for the one month curfew.

      'Curfew...' she laughed at the thought of it and went back to the book she was reading a few days ago.

        The time ran like a sports car on a high way as it was nearing night time.  few minutes and kelvin would be back. claire thought as she paced the room.

     Who comes back this late. murmured Claire to her self. maybe because he is now the CEO. she rolled her eyes. sitting down as she was tired of standing, Claire checked the time again. it was past his arriving hour. what's keeping him so long?. she cringed as a thought flash across her mind. who knows, he maybe out there pleasuring himself....

    A sharp pain pierced her fragile heart as she stared at the bed blankly. she's here waiting for him while he's out there doing nonsense even as a married -no, she shook her head.

      Climbing on her bed, she drew the sheets closer to her self. maybe she could wait for him while laying down. she yawned.

         Few minutes to midnight, kelvin drive his car into the drive way and came down. walking to his wing he opened the door.

         "Good evening sir. "Izly greeted as she took his brief case.

     Kelvin nodded and asked about claire.

          "She's asleep sir. " the maid lowered her head.

      Kelvin raised his brow with an 'O' as he walked inside. so she never had a problem. kelvin shrugged but paused and creesed his brows when he remembered something. Azra. yes he would ask her what the issue was in the morning.

             "sir your food's in the dinning. " izly knocked .

    Kelvin who just came out from the bathroom mumbled something under his breath as he put in his pjamas.

          "Where's Azra? "Kelvin asked izly as he began to dig in his food.

          "She's inside "

         "Call her for me. "

              "Okay sir. "

        Azra was already expecting this visit as she quickly went to answered his call.

                "Yes sir.. "

       Waving his left hand for her to move forward he said.

          "What happened in the morning? "

       Biting down on her lips as she shifted uncomfortable where she was standing while fumbling with her fingers. Azra struggled for an answer.

         She would have quickly told him what happened in the morning if Claire hasn't told her what it was but now she didn't even know what to say.

        "Ehm... sir "she shook her head and forced a smile, "its no problem at all, the madam was just a little freaked out that's all. "

    Kelvin paused midway in his food as he looked up at her.

           "Freaked out? " he asked.

          "Yes that's all. "

          "Hmm... " he looked around the table, "did she dropped any note? ".

     Looking around the place Azra shook her head. Claire didn't give her any note nor did she mention any note.

         "You may leave. "