NOT VIRGIN BLOOD
Don't Go Out of the House

The next morning, Namira deliberately gardening to make sure for himself whether there are spies investigating about him or not.

And it's true that his father's guess, about an hour outside Namira, there were three times the same car passed in front of his house. Surprisingly the car occasionally stopped and seemed to take pictures of something.

"Actually who's spying on me, is that Ivan? Or maybe?"

His head quickly nodded.

"Cannot be. There's no way Mas Saga has any thoughts of spying on me." Her eyelashes trembled doubtfully "But if it's true how ...." Namira was again overwhelmed with doubt. He decided to contact his father to ease his worries. He also wanted to tell his father about this.

"Dad, it looks like I haven't been able to get there yet. The spy I told you about yesterday turned out to be right. He did love me on purpose" Namira said.

The house they were occupying now was a luxurious house without a fence. The car was free to move around in the area, so it wasn't hard for the spy to investigate Namira's movements.

"Then don't go anywhere, Namira. Follow Dad's instructions. Here I'm preparing a plan to escape. Anyway when you go later I don't want you to be in trouble especially until you have no place to stay," said Father at the end there.

"Well, Dad, I get it!"

Namira immediately turned off the call. He switched to Ivan. He was curious that the spy was Ivan's man or not.

"Hallo, Honey. What's up?" From that end Ivan spoke proudly as the call connected. Namira feels like vomiting. But he tried to hold it for a purpose.

"I want to ask you something."

"Just ask Darling." Ivan answered casually and pretentiously. Making Namira's stomach suddenly nauseous hearing that remark.

Namira took a deep breath before speaking. "Just get to the point. Did you hire some people to spy on me?"

"No."

"You don't lie to Ivan." Namira ambushed which sounded like an accusation in Ivan's ear.

"Why did I hire a spy. If I miss it, I can come straight to you. Simple, and certainly easier. Yeah, right?"

"Hmmm. Whatever you want to say. What's clear is I won't stay silent if you do anything." He hung up the phone call. Namira's breath was made up and down just because she heard Ivan's annoying voice.

"If it wasn't Ivan, then who did it?"

The instincts in Namira's brain begin to move. Maybe it was Saga who did it?

To reduce his mind he deliberately cooked a lot. He sent some food to Saga's office.

Namira hopes this is the last time he sends food. For the next day Namira wishes she had found a new place to live.

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While on the other hand, Saga is very frustrated because the spy says Namira never left the house in the slightest. He also tells Namira that he has no strange guests at home. The only person who came to see Namira was his real father. That's not something to be suspected according to Saga.

"How, Master? Shouldn't we just tap the phone?"

"Don't first. I'm still trying to believe in that kid."

"But, Sir."

"Just follow my words, Damar. I don't want to argue today. And if you don't have any important business it's better to just go. I want to be alone."

"Hm, alright sir. I understand." Damar came out of the Saga room with a lethargic face.

Shortly afterwards Saga's receptionist seemed to ask permission to enter. He was carrying two large bags of food sent by Namira.

"Excuse me, Mister. You got food delivery from your wife."

"Taroh at the table" said Saga. The receptionist obeyed Saga's orders. He passed after leaving for work again.

Saga approaching. He was quite surprised to see the various foods in the cloth bag.

"A lot. Is he crazy?" muttered.

Even more surprising, all the food was his favorite food. It's as if Namira purposely made it because there was a certain celebration.

"What show is Namira cooking this much? The feeling was nothing special with today," the man murmured again.

Saga's mind was filled with huge question marks.