Semua Bab Till Time Do Us Part: Bab 91 - Bab 100

“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?” “Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.” Gray

“Come on, I’m famished,” bellyached Zia Scott while inside the elevator with Gray Stewart, going up to Gray’s apartment. “It’s already past eight.” The elevator dinged along with the opening of the doors. Gray stepped out and Zia sluggishly followed. “You know, hunger is not good for little children like me,” complained Zia once again. “Why was there heavy traffic on a Sunday, anyway?!” she grunted. Gray just ignored her and made her way to her apartment. After punching in the passcode, the door clicked open. “How unethical of you to come home late?!” reprimanded Azriel as soon as Gray opened the door and met his eyes. “The supper I’ve arranged has turned stale!” Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zia ran to the door and t

The bottle of aspirin rattled as Gray Stewart shook one pill out. When she brought one to her mouth, Zia approached her on the kitchen counter. “Are you still having those nightmares?” she whispered. “I thought they stopped while you were in the hospital?” Gray finished downing a glass of water and looked down at her. “It did.” She closed the lid of the pill bottle and put it back on a drawer. “Now, it’s back.” She turned and went to the dining table and saw Azriel sitting at the head of it. She pulled back a chair farthest from him and took a seat. Zia also pulled back a chair, the one beside Gray, making herself the center between the two siblings. On the other hand, Edward was already seated on the other side of Azriel, right across from Zia. “Dig in, you guys,” i

Zia Scott fiddled with her chubby little fingers as she stared unfocused at Edward Bartlett, dreading the time he would finish washing the dishes and commence the call that he previously mentioned he would do. “...a…ia…phia…sophia…Sophia?” Her attention was brought back to reality with his call. “Y-yes?” Apparently, he had been holding a glass he had finished rinsing and waited for her to receive it. She promptly took the glass from him and started wiping it with the dish towel. “Are you all right, Sophia?” he asked. “Is something bothering you?” “Y-yes, yes, I’m all right.” She coerced her lips into a smile to reassure him. “I was just thinking about…something.”

“Why is her phone in your bag, Sophia? Why do you have it?” said Edward Bartlett as his eyes swiveled between the little girls and Zia’s phone he found in the pink sling bag. “I-i-i-i,” stuttered Zia as the orbs in her eyes were shaking, and her trembling lips had dried up. She could feel cold beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her little chubby hands had gone sweaty from all the tension and nervousness she was feeling. “Sophia?” he called him. She looked at him full of anxiousness. “E-e-ed…” And just then, a thought struck her. “Why don’t I just tell him?” she thought to herself. “He will surely believe me the same way Gray did, right? He will accept me, right?” She was faced with a predicament. However, in that situation, she could only use one option; to c