Chapter 4 Forbidden

Cristine's POV

(The next day)

I put the friend bacon, hotdog, and egg in the plates. I put some spreading to the loaf to make some sandwich. I was preparing breakfast this time, last five minutes before Aron go downstairs to eat his meal.

I'm still thinking about the emails I just read yesterday. Jannah was still a mystery to me. Why does he need to sent her emails everyday?

I'm sure she has something special or maybe she herself was special to Aron.

"Are you done with that?"

Joy suddenly mushroomed besides me and that gives me a mini heart attack.

"Joy! Do you want to kill me, huh?" I asked, holding my chest while catching my breathe.

She chuckled and crossed her arms on her chest before leaning to the kitchen's sink.

"Don't drink too much coffee, Tin-tin. I noticed that you are out of your senses. Is there something bothering you?" She tilted her head while looking at me.

I sigh and averted my gaze before bringing it back to her. She was waiting for me to answer her.

"Yeah, actually this gave me a sleepless night." And it's true, even when I close my eyes, my mind automatically flashed her name.

"Care to tell me? Maybe I can help you."

I'm still holding back if I'm going to ask her. She was working here for two years, so maybe she knows something.

"D-do you know someone named Jannah Villa--" Before I could even finish my question, she immediately cover my mouth with her right hand.

She checked the kitchen if someone heard me like I've revealed a very dangerous secret. My forehead furrowed in her gesture.

"Don't ever say that name again inside of this mansion, do you understand?" she whispered.

I removed her hands away from my mouth and looked at her with confusion.

"Why? What's wrong with you?" I don't know why I'm whispering too. We look like an idiot.

"It's a forbidden name to say."

Forbidden?

Is Jannah a curse that whoever say her name will turn into a frog?

My curiosity was killing me. I want to know more.

"Why? Who is she?"

Her movement became uneasy and her eyes became allusive. Her hands were shaking as she placed the plates in the rolling table.

"T-that's all I know."

After that, she immediately left me and deliver the food at the dining area.

"Weird." I just shook my head and wash my hands before preparing his coffee.

**

"How much for two hours?"

"Twenty pesos."

I get some coins from my pocket before giving it to the cashier here at the computer shop. I was tasked to buy some groceries and I used the opportunity to go here.

I didn't bring my laptop with me. Just imagine hiring a maid with her own laptop and pocket WiFi?

The computer shop was filled with people, usually students playing video games. I could smell the sour odor inside, but I have no choice and I need to endure this for a while.

I sat on the chair in one unit and open the browse. I search for her name, Jannah Villamor. Maybe I could find something about her in the internet.

The internet shows her picture. She was beautiful with a long blonde wavy hair, thin nose, monolid eyes, cupid lips, and a sexy body figure.

It says that she was twenty-six years old now. She was a famous designer in Italy. She was also an owner of a famous brand of clothes and bags there. A very successful and rich woman, probably suits to someone like Aron Quizon.

I opened an article to know more about her. It says that she lived in the Philippines when she was sixteen and decided to go to Italy to continue her studies.

I opened her social media accounts and saw how many followers does she have. Well, she's quiet famous.

Internet says she's single.

Internet says she's famous.

Internet shows her backstory.

But that's all.

No Quizon involve.

NO ARON.

I leaned to my chair with a wrinkled forehead. No information about her was connected to Aron, so how the hell does he knows her and has her email address?

"Ehem."

I looked up and saw the cashier earlier. She was looking at me with her eyebrow raising. She was holding a cigarette in her left hand.

"Your two hours were done," she said, I could smell the morning breathe in her. Did she know about the word toothbrush?

"Uhm... can I stay for more minutes, I'm just looking for someone."

"One hour is ten pesos." She leaned her hand, asking for payment.

I checked on my pockets, but I realized that my money was just enough for taxi. I sigh and stood up, walking towards the exit door.

When I stepped inside, my phone suddenly vibrated inside my pocket. I get it and saw a message from Miko. He asked for my number before and he insisted to program his number too in my cellphone even though I didn't ask for it.

"What does he need?" I asked myself, reading the text message he sent me.

From: Miko

Message: My invitation was still open for you, Miss Beautiful. I'm going to the bar later. 10:00 p.m, I'll wait you there, Babe;*

I rolled my eyes and was about to put back my phone when an idea came into my mind.

Miko was Aron's friend... maybe he can help me.

I smirked and tapped a reply for him.

To: Miko

Message: See yah!

**

"Let me help you with that, Tin," Joy said, getting some of the grocery bags I'm carrying.

I smiled at her, but I saw some luggage inside when we get in. Joy noticed that I'm looking at the stuffs at the living room, so she spoke and explained to me what are these.

"Sir Richard came home earlier."

I looked at her.

"Richard? Who?"

"He was Sir Aron's father," she answered, but I wonder why she whispered the last two words that she said.

I realized that she was now looking upstairs, so I looked at there too. I saw a tall old man wearing an eyeglass, gray polo paired with white pants, and brown boat shoes.

He was looking at us, to me exactly. His eyes were as cold and dark as the ocean. I could say that he's really the father of Aron. They have the same aura and confidence.