[Day 6, P.M.]

David's POV || More Flowers & Chocolates

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I didn't noticed that it was already exactly twelve in the afternoon before we said our goodbyes to each other and departed.

Of course, I was still aware of my surroundings; to the extent that Smith will show himself out of the bushes or behind the trees, or worse, maybe a SWAT or FBI agents will hunt and arrest me and make scene out here.

I brushed it suddenly.

Careful on my toes, I keep turning my head warily at my environment. If I can, I used my sniffing instincts to smell if there's any familiar musky and manly scent that only belongs to Smith around. But since I am born as a human, I am just fooling myself.

I checked on my pocket if there's any money just in case the Wilson shows up infront of me. At least I can give them these dollars I had with me and beg them as much as I can. But there's one problem though;

I fucking lost the wedding ring that Smith vowed when we got married that costs five-hundred dollars.

Then I hit my face, side-to-side at how idiotic I could be.

Actually I didn't know where it is right now but I know what time and what happened when I lost the ring. After the incident I ran away, since it's raining, I think it slipped away from my fingers. I blamed it for the wedding maker. If he didn't make any allowance at the size, then I wouldn't be agonizing right now.

If you can see that I am agonizing at such ring, it's not like I don't want to show off that I have a glamorous jewelry ring around my finger to everybody and prove that I was married at the sexy ruling billionaire-- but because losing it means that it will be also added to my parents' debt.

Grand dollars plus five-hundred dollars?

Fuck my life.

I shook my head wildly. Instead of just being aware, I think this is the time also for searching that ring. I remembered how far I ran that day and guess it was around here.

Ah!

I hurriedly dashed at the same spot where I was completely drenched at the rain yesterday and searched for the now dried road.

It's a pretty dumb idea for me to look at such late but I'm not going to spend my life going to a jail for having multiples debt. So I didn't gave up. This and that, there after here and finally panicked when I couldn't really find it.

"Damn, get along with me, ring... Please....." I mumbled with high hopes as I went further for reaching my hands under the hole of pathwalk. Well, it could be here.

.....

.....Damn.....

"Sir, it's not allowed for you to touch down there. It's pretty dangerous and you could catch a serious disease." The constructor-- which I didn't knew was here -- suddenly appeared and looked at me with a worried expression. I smiled goofily at how crazy I am.

"Sorry."

"What are you looking? Maybe I can help you instead." He offered.

"Well...." I trailed off, thinking if it's worth me telling that I lost a tiny ring. My mind is already whispering me that I completely lost it due to wash over. "......well, I lost a wedding ring and come here to find it."

The constructor lifted his cap, revealing his shiny forehead. He thought for a while before sighing, "I'm sorry sir, but what day did you lost it?"

"Yesterday. Night."

"But didn't it rain last night? It was probably drained elsewhere. Sorry, but I can't help you with that." He said with an apologetic tone.

I frowned at the reality, while kicking the road underneath my shoes at the moment. But then, I remembered something. "The suit!"

"Er, sorry?" The constructor confusingly said.

"The formal suit! Have you seen any suit last night here by any chance?" I asked, hoping that he was still here when it rained.

He rubbed his chin and reminisced deeply. "I am here yesterday night while having my dinner with my co-workers at the construction site." He slowly pauses for a bit. I, on the other hand, keep clasping my hands together for a good response. "Oh yes! I saw something on the road!"

"Really?!" Now my face lift up but the man scratched his neck awkwardly.

"Yes, but someone took it."

My shoulder slumped.

'Okay... There's really no other way around. It's already stolen by a greedy robber.'

The reason why I am finding my formal suit is because I held that cloth below my head to avoid the harsh rain pouring and there's a probability that the wedding ring slipped into it. But after this man explained that it was taken by someone, I'm already dead.

Well, welcome cruelty.

I waved and said 'thanks' to the worker in front of me before waving my journey back to my home with a heavy heart. This time around is the History period, also the time where I groans at how boring it is. Like what the heck?! We shouldn't remember the past and move on. Cameron also proves at that state.

Thirty minutes I lazily strolled back to house. Good thanks that something bad didn't came up as I headed back. Grandma probably cooked my favorite food this time round now.

Sighing once again, 'What should I do? I don't wanna come back at the Wilson's place for the meantime unless there's a signal.'

I spotted our house. When I walk and walk towards the door, it seems like there's some debris blocking the door.

What the---

It came later when I realized it was a bunch of flowers and chocolates displayed through. My thought went directly at Francisco.

'He couldn't bring me this right? I mean, we just agreed to stay friends from now on but why the heck all of these flowers and chocolates looks so romantic than before? Gil wasn't that too rich to buy me all these...' I mumbled to no one while looking intensely at them.

Red roses, Bougainvilleas, Sunflowers, Orchids, Lilies, and Tulips for a flower, then, Kisses, Hersheys, Reeses, Cadberry, Toblerones, and Ferrero Rocher for the chocolates. Dang! This is too much.

A sudden blush crept on my face. I don't know if it's embarrassment or flattery. Francisco didn't have to do this even if we stayed friends. I completely accept it and forgave him so there's no need to do such things.

From the looks of it, I think our home will smell like a garden for a whole week and my teeth will be ruined from the sweet chocolates. Smiling, I carried them as much as I can but a slip of white paper slid under the red roses. Scratching my head, I placed down the items, I picked the paper and read it.

When I picked it up, I suddenly dropped it at an instance when I saw the message.

--This is for you, mon amour. J'espère que vous aimez ;)

I know that handwriting. I fucking know that handwriting!! Especially with his damn French language.

No one else but Smith Wilson.