Byanca didn't want that to happen. She so longs for the status as Devan's wife. Although after marriage later, the man does not meet her inner needs, it is not a problem for her.
"What are you thinking, honey?" suddenly Mrs. Seira's voice broke Byanca's focus.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked again.
"Ah, it's okay Mom, I'm just not feeling well."
"Okay then let's go inside and rest inside," Seira replied as she opened the car door and took the groceries she was carrying in the trunk.
Byanca just followed behind the middle-aged woman. Entering the house, Byanca immediately looked for Devan's whereabouts, while Mrs. Seira went straight to the kitchen and arranged the things she brought.
Down the stairs, Byanca dialed the man's number.
"Where's Devan dear?" Seira asked.
"I don't know, Mom. He's not in his room either."
"Try calling," said Seira.
"Yes, Mom."
She called Devan several times but no answer at all.
