Bab 34: Chapter 34: Getting a lift

Well, if this isn't embarrassing, I don't know what is. I was sure that the car was parked in area 2, but after taking a round with Anthony, we were unable to locate my car nor my driver.

Does he think that I'm a liar? Or was he annoyed at me now? I peeked at him.

He looked at me in askance.

I want to cry and just disappear. "I'm so sorry Anthony. I was positive that the car was parked here. Please, you can go ahead. I'll just wait for him there in the shed." I said, as I pointed at said shed.

"Ok. Let's go to my car first so I can give you the umbrella and you can start searching the other 2 areas later." He replied.

I looked at him pitifully. Although that's not nice, I have nothing to say. Maybe he's really pissed at me.

We walked, and before he even brought out his keys to press the unlock button, I already guessed which car was his just by seeing the plate number. AR 1219. AR Anthony Ren, and 1219, his birthdate, I unconsciously interpreted as I memorized it. Years of being a stalker paying off.

Anyway, the car was a gray aston-martin v8 vantage. Not that I was taking note, but well, it's nice to know which car he's driving.

Strangely, instead of walking to the driver's side of said car, he walked us to the car next to it. Wasn't that car his? Did I guess wrong?

Then, he brought out his key and pressed unlock. The aston-martin made an unlock sound. Oh, I did not guess wrong. Then why were we… he opened the passenger side of his car.

I stared at him wide-eyed. My heart started pumping like crazy and I was sure my face was all red. God, will I faint? I feel like fainting.

Anthony chuckled and shook his head, "Why are you so surprised? Don't tell me you really thought I'm just gonna leave you here on your own. Come on, I'll give you a lift and help you search the other 2 areas. Maybe you just got them mixed up."

It was raining cats and dogs, but I felt like the sun was shining high above the skies. Why was he being so sweet and kind? Does he feel the same about me as I feel about him? I'm so happy I wanted to weep.

Finally gaining some of my sense back, I said a quick "Thank you." and entered his car. Anthony just smiled and nodded his head then closed the door.

I covered my mouth with my two hands to stifle my scream. Did I really come back to the past? or did I die in that elevator and I'm in heaven now?

I felt my phone vibrate in my bag reminding me that this is real. In mild panic, I did not bring it out, just quickly turned it off before he can come in.

I tried to calm myself when Anthony entered. He closed the umbrella and placed it at the back. Then, he opened his bag to take a shirt out.

Is he going to change beside me? Will I finally see his pectoral muscles? I wanted to see but I feel so embarrassed. Stupidly, I instinctively covered my whole face with my hands.

"What are you doing?" I heard Anthony ask.

I turned to face him my fingers spreading out so that I can peek through them. He was simply wiping himself with his shirt.

I could not speak. Why was I acting like some prudish little teenage girl? I have seen naked men in the magazines and some pornographic material I watched. I dated Steve and we engaged in sexual activities before we even got married. I'm not a bloody virgin Mary! But why was I being like this!? Anthony was not even doing anything! Or maybe because I have a perverted mind that my reactions are turning to be like this?

"Nothing." I squeaked. 'Michelle, you're becoming stupider by the second.'

Anthony laughed not minding me as he shook his head. He turned on the car's engine.

Anthony drove around the parking area slowly and patiently. We went from area 1 to area 3, but we did not find my car.

"Perhaps you should call home and ask someone to call your driver from there. Maybe he already left? You can use my phone." Anthony suggested.

Thankfully, although it's been a long time, I still have our telephone number memorized.

"Yes please. Thank you." I answered.

Anthony took his bag from the back seat, brought out his phone and handed it to me.

The smoothness of his phone in my hand made me tremble. Was this really happening?

His phone was a Motorolla flip-top which model I can't remember anymore. I nervously opened it, afraid to see a picture of a girl. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that his wallpaper was the image of a racing car. I keyed in our telephone number, but then, I realized that I could actually get his cellphone number this way.

I deleted our telephone number and keyed in my mama's cellphone number which thankfully did not change after 13 years.

I placed the phone on my ear. Ah! This exact phone was also placed on his ears many times. I stopped myself from acting all crazy. Anyway, thankfully, my mom picked up. Usually, she doesn't pick up the phone when she doesn't recognize the number.

TBC

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yes, the story is slow, but I hope you find it interesting. Writing this slow chapters are actually pretty difficult too as I wanted to draw out the emotions from you. hehe... please let me hear your thoughts, give me some comments.

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