(Jasmin POV)
Unregistered number. Must be Deo…
"Hello…"
"I'm sorry Miss Jasmin. Rhio can't see you today," the poor signal made his voice sound gruff.
I glanced disappointedly at the dish I'm cooking. Well, I'd still cook for him for another day again.
"He's got a one-way flight abroad," Deo continued.
One-way flight? I felt a pinch inside my chest.
"H-how long?" I stammered. "When is he coming back?"
"Around five to eight years."
The cooking spoon slipped from my hand and my knees felt weak. My tongue tied in confusion and sudden sadness, "I-is that so? I hope he'll have a safe flight."
"And it's your fault," he mumbled.
I was surprised.
"Now come downstairs and help me stop him from going. We still got few minutes," Deo added, "My car's outside."
I was more surprised.