It’s been thirty minutes since I started searching for the passport and I had no idea what to do again.


    Droplets of sweat found its way and trickled down my back. I was sweaty as hell and just using my hands to clean my forehead wasn’t helping.


    I sighed audibly as tears coursed through my eyes. There was no way I hadn’t thought of checking. I turned to the wardrobe and searched every jacket that was in sight. My chest heaved with each dress I touched and searched through its pocket.


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    “Oh shit,” I muttered and held my hair in a bun. My hair was messy and the loose strands made its way to my face and that made me irritated.


    “Where else am I going to check?” I asked out loud and opened my mouth to exhale audibly. I lowered my stance and checked under the bed wondering the possibilities of it being there.


    When I got tired of searching to no avail, I sat on the floor and tears ran down my cheeks. I held my head with my hands. I couldn’t think any other way to calm myself down.


    I was both worried and scared at the same time. “What am I going to do now?”  I soliloquized as I sat there on the floor. I raised my hands to my face in an attempt to wipe the tears welling in my eyes.


    I sniffed back the tears and wiped the tears on my cheeks. Just as I was thinking of what to do, a thought coursed through my mind.


    “What if Luciano took it?” I blurted out.


    If he did, then maybe that was also a good thing because in that case, it isn’t missing but just-I paused because it was only a thought and the truth remained that my passport was missing.


    I stood up from the floor and wiped my butt before walking to the room. My eyes were already swollen and anyone who saw me, would easily guess how devastated I was.


    They eye bags weren’t any lesser. Apanied with how quickly my eyes got both red and puffy, I looked miserable.


    I locked the door of my bedroom and forced myself to the bed. I couldn’t help how I was feeling but I tried to make myself feel better. I curled my toes on the bed and used my hands as a pillow to rest my head.


    Not sure of how else to help the situation, I remained there calmly. All I remember was touching my chest before I slept off.


    I yawnedzily and turned over to the side of the bed then my eyes red open. I stood up from the bed and stretched my bod. Somehow, my eyes felt sore because I cried myself to sleep.


    “The shelves,” I blurted immediately. I ran to the corridor and knelt down as I ransacked the shelf and searched for the passport.


    “Holy heavens,” I muttered and let out a smallughter. I was literallyughing at myself and at my stupidity. I gently hit my hands on my forehead and chuckled again.


    “Damn,” I said and shook my head in utmost disbelief.


    It was such amon ce and I couldn’t believe that I was going crazy searching for it. I picked up the passport and walked back to my room. I turned to the drawer and opened it gently. I ced the passport there because it was the spot that I’d remember.


    I didn’t want to be in a situation like this again and I knew it. I felt a little tired but I me it on the workload trying to search for my passport.


    I felt like taking a walk so I headed to the door. I pushed the door but it wouldn’t open. I tried to open it but Luciano locked it from outside.


    “Asshole,” I cussed and swallowed hard. Luciano was literally a pain in the ass but for strange reason, I wasn’t very mad at him for locking me inside.


    I could feel my tummy grumbling so I turned to the kitchen to get something to eat. I grabbed a tray and decided to make something real quick. I frowned when I turned to the cupboard and most of the foodstuffs were finished.


    “I don’t even eat much,” I blurted and rolled my eyes. I took the tomato and sliced it gently before mixing it with my white onion and a few things. I liked adding the tomato sauce to my toasted bread so I did.


    I ced it on the te and dropped a fork beside it. “Well let’s see,” I muttered when Luciano crossed my mind again.


    I quickly shoved out my phone and texted him. I smirked as I typed those words on my cell phone.


    Me: Help! Come home now! There’s a fire outbreak. I sent it andughed out loud waiting for his reaction.


    My phone buzzed in split seconds and he was the one calling on facetime.


    “Got you,” Iughed as the call connected.


    “Oh damn,” he exhaled. “Tiff you got me scared.”


    “Oh I did?” I asked acting oblivious. Iughed again. “Wait, you’re at the mall,” I pointed out. “And you’re getting veggies?”


    “Yup,” he confirmed and gave a nod. “That’s what you need in your condition.”


    I raised my brow at him. “What do you mean? What condition?”


    “You’ve been taking a lot of sugartely and less fiber. You should know what that means.”


    “Oh please,” I chuckled. “Who doesn’t love sugar?”


    Well, that’s Suspicious.