Back at the apartment, Luka came home dejected and inconsolably after work. The several hits he received from Yana today were too damaging. It was painful. Luka threw his jacket over the sofa as he slumped down and twirled his thumbs.
No matter what he did, it wasn't good enough. Only repulsive in her eyes. Luka, now, was at a loss about what to do. Of course, he wasn't going to give up but this time he really didn't want to mess up. He desperately wanted Yana to at least acknowledge him.
One more ruthless word and his shattered heart would crumble into dust and carried away with just a breath. However, if Yana showed him considerable affection, his heart could easily be mended again. Since Luka didn't have anyone he could ask for advice but Bao, he wanted to call the latter but then decided against it at the last second.
The reason for it was that the usually hard-working yet dramatic Bao, ever since they've arrived in this city, was just messing around. Well, yeah fair enough, Luka wasn't exactly working either but that was because all of his work has been taken away. In other words, Luka couldn't rely on Bao.
So, Luka tried to figure out how he should woo Yana over and the only, obvious answer was food! There was no other way. With this energised feeling, Luka quickly stood up and worked in the kitchen. Although his previous attempts failed, if Yana saw the dinner he made, she was bound to be swayed. Didn't she say to herself that a self-made dish was more heartwarming than buying something?
Luka still remembered the lunchboxes she occasionally made him. Even if they were bland, Luka still felt her effort and was a little bit moved. If Yana did it, so could he!
It took a while but soon a cosy dinner was laid out on the table. Feeling better, Luka now bravely wanted to invite Yana to eat with him.
She couldn't possibly say no right?
"Yana?" Luka knocked on her door several times but there was no response.
"Yana?" Luka asked again but no one answered. Could it be she wasn't at home? Shee wouldn't ignore him like this right now… right?
Luka nervously looked around before he coughed and put his ear on her front door.
No, he wasn't a creep or stalker, he was just making sure that the love of his life, was neither ditching him nor in mortal danger. After being sure that Yana really wasn't at home, Luka was in deep thoughts.
Where could she've gone this late?
"N-No way!" Luka was shocked that he even thought about the possibility of Yana being on a date. Luka has asked the manager and Nini, even had Bao investigate if Yana was seeing someone and the answer was no.
Luka quickly threw the thoughts away. Yana must have her own reason. Yes, yes. When she came back, he could just ask her. Seeing the table with all the food in front of him, lonely Luka sat down and pitifully started to eat alone. He really missed the times at uni.
***
Meanwhile, Yana ran as far she could from the building. The fright Mr Rosaneli gave her still hasn't settled down. With the earpiece still in her ear and functioning, Yana was assured that he hadn't found out she was indirectly spying on him and everyone else in the club.
A distance away, Yana stopped and caught her breath. Then she hailed a cab. It was now 10.30 pm. Since it was a weekday, the members wouldn't be too long there. Once Yana sat inside the cab, she tried to listen but nothing but loud rustles irritated her ear.
Yana's face blanked. Mr Rosaneli… must be moving a lot on his seat all of a sudden. Was he doing it on purpose or was he actually anxious about Yana's appearance?
However, the most surprising thing was that Mr Rosanel didn't tell anyone about Yana and the fact that someone was spying on them.
How did Yana know? Simple because even though static, Yana hasn't heard Mr Rosaneli talk at all. His voice was the loudest, so Yana wouldn't miss it despite the background noises.
Yana didn't know what he planned to do and why he kept this a secret but it was actually a good thing for her.
So she subconsciously relaxed. Apart from the event, Yana couldn't get any information. 15 minutes later, Yana was back home and quickly strode to her room. She straight went to the bedroom for her laptop when she heard movements on the other side.
The meeting was already finished? Mr Rosaneli was about to leave? Yana heard some voices and then the starting of an engine.
Yana sat on the bed and listened to Mr Roasaneli driving. However, shortly after, the car came to a halt. Yana was perplexed.
His house wasn't that close, why did he stop? But then Yana knew why. The static grew louder and louder to the point Yana wanted to rip the earphone out when it suddenly became silent. Eerily quiet.
Then breathing appeared. Yana almost jumped up. He found out! He found out he was being trailed! He removed the listening device and held it in front of his mouth.
Yana gripped her bedsheets until her knuckles turned white and she held her breath. She didn't want to miss a single sound but the loud beating of her heart threatened to drown everything out.
If Mr Roasaeli just broke or threw the transmitter away, Yana wouldn't have a problem with it. But his next actions were impossibly scary. Mr Rosaneli spoke. Spoke to her.
His deep voice came through, entered Yana's ears and hammered against all of her organs, "I don't know who you are but you better be careful."
CRUNCH
The transmitter was broken. Yana threw the earpiece away and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
A threat. It was a threat. Mr Roasaneli was warning her. His voice held the same freezing nature his eyes had. Just one word could haunt Yana to Neverland forever. Terrifying. Too terrifying. She has never dealt with someone before that could give her this much fear with just a single look and word.
Yana had to stay away from him and not get close to him. Right now, Yana was sure that she was no match against him. If he suspected her, it might be over for her.
His identity didn't seem to be simple. Yana wanted to find out more about the Rosaneli family but right not it was not possible. They were people who didn't want to be found out and people who had the means to erase any traces of their identities were the truly frightening ones.