"OMG! I cannot believe that I can get a d*ldo just for 2 dollars online! " Kristina exclaimed.

Sitting in a public coffee house and not getting the stares from people was something that the K's were not expecting for sure.

Kenna, the red haired nudged her. " Kristi. Dammit we're in public- "

"Kenna darling you won't believe it. I mean for 2 f*cking dollars. " Kristina continued her excited. Not worrying about anyone.

Kenna looked at Kiah with pleading eyes. Kiah smirked in return.

"I think you should stop looking for temporary dildos and get a real one." The authority in Kiah's voice was something that made Kristina come out of her trance.

Kenna suppressed her laugh ad she said,"Kris. Calm down"

She continued as she patted her shoulders, "And I agree with Kiah. "

Kristina sighed. "I'm already looking for the good ones, actually. The thing is that I ain't going to find it. Sooner or later. Never. Men with good d*cks are nowhere to be found nowadays. "

"I'm just stating the facts guys. " As she shrugged.

"Sure" Was all Kiah said as she completed her black coffee.

°~°

K's stepped out of the coffee house and got back to their ways.

Kiah made her way to the alley opposite to the coffee house while Kristina and Kenna paved their path to the right and left individually.

°~°

...Kiah's POV:...

I left the coffee house and received a text from my secretary.

I got into my car truck parked across the street.

It was past 8 in the evening and the silence on the street was all I needed.

After getting the news that everything's going according to the plan, I had to leave place before they execute the plan and arrive here.

It had been like 20 sec since I drove off the truck and the staccato of gun fires echoed in the air, harsh symphony of violence.

The house across the street where my truck was parked was now wear scars, as the concussive force, shaking the foundations of houses nearby.

The House. House no 155. Once covered in pink delicate flowers blooming and scented climbers now is disrupted. The broken windows and shattered glass doors. The splintered doors and charred remnants were the witness to the destructive force that caused the desolation tore through its once welcoming facade.

Siren wails in the air as I continue to drove off. Feeling the numbness in my eyes, I kept my blank face and pinged the John that it's time for closing the plan.

Three days were enough to do that. I indeed caused no harm to us though as it should.

Killing your sister is not a big deal, is it?

It is. but it's not at the same time. A smirk made its way to my face as John agreed. Perfect.

°~°

I entered in a nightclub. Silence. This was all could I feel. As I was in the room where the meeting was supposed to be.

"They're here. " My secretary, Paul said.

She greeted them warmly as they're coming towards to set up prepared to get done with the deal. I shook hands and eyed Paul to wait for us outside.

°~°

"It was great seeing you Ms Kiah today." The project manager of their group said as she continued, "I'll inform you about the contract and get in touch with you as soon as possible."

"That's great." I nodded at her as we shook hands.

I watched them leaving as Paul smiled at them as she enters the room. The look in her eyes asked me to assure her.

"Everything's well"

°~°

"Come on Kenna. I'll be there by midnight. You don't have to worry about anything. "

Kenna. I think she's the one getting worried about everyone all the time. I'm not used to it. For her. She's setting me up to get used to get cared well. She's asking me to know that someone's is waiting for me at night.

Good for her that I don't return it back. I never did. Not that I'm careless.

Being good is to make people except that you're going to be like this forever. Expectation hurts. And would we.

I ensured her to have dinner as I shut off my phone. Paul got into the cab as she waved at me. I nodded at her.

I took my keys out of my pocket and heard a laugh. The laugh that rang in eyes for seven years. I turned around and I was right about the life. It hurts. It always has been like that.

I missed this laugh. Accepting was all I never did. But it felt right to do so today.

In white hoodie, and gray loose pants. Holding the band of his sling bag. Eyes closed he laughs. The exhausting eyes gleamed with happiness. The glisten face after a busy day. His other arm rested on one of his friends.

I fumbled with my keys as I tried to remain calm.

I looked at those three figures, having their good time with laughing and gibberish.

Not for the very last time I'm sure and drove off from there.

This isn't the only night to be remembered I'm sure. I know.

...Kiah's POV:...

Reverberating echo of a laughter plays repeatedly in my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. That scenario had seems to have a sort of control on me.

A cup of black coffee would be better to take my mind off him.

°~°

Near the window, under the fine light of the crescent moon, Kiah had her desk set to work.

The road itself, winding through the winter landscape, causing the curtains to sway with a gentle dance. Soft wind caresses her skin. She likes the phase of snow. Indeed. Not letting anything affect her, she continued to involve herself in work, and it was all until the Kenna called.

"It thought you were supposed to be here by midnight." The gloomy whisper changed the Kiah's expression as she took the coat and started to wrap up her stuff.

"Kenna." She tried to stay firm.

"Kiah. You're supposed to have dinner. I know you haven't had any of it. "

"Kenna, I -"

"I want you here within an hour" With this, Kenna hanged up. Clearing showing that she's mad at Kiah. Yes. The mother is mothering.

Has been more 4 years since she met Kiah. Not a great meeting though. But as always, you get along with the people mostly the good people, eventually.

Kiah sighed. Gave a hard punch to a wall adjacent to her. She closed the window and rushed out of the house. Forgetting the keys were the reason she came back in and her gaze fell on a half open shelf. Brown shelf. Engraved with a polish touch. The documents and the journal the lowest row, were at a small distance from floor.

She quickly grabbed a hold of her backpack and pulled out the two similar looking keys. She locked the door of the shelf and quickly pulled down the covers over it.

The sound of zipper of her bag was loud in that dimly lit room.

Securing the lock of the main door, she descended the wooden stairs.

Getting into the truck parked across and closed the automatic gate of the house, she drove off as fast as possible.

°~°

Hearing a sound of a doorbell, Kenna rushed to open the door. There she is. Kaih. Trying to look as calm as possible.

Kenna pulled her in and hugged her. Knowing her breathing problems, she gently patted he back.

"I've told you to not take the stairs to the twelfth floor." Kenna mumbled on her shoulder.

"I know. "

"Guys! " Kristina was all needed to cheer up the environment.

They pulled apart and looked at Kristina, hands covering her mouth and shocked eyes "OMG! You guys are finally together-"

"Kris-"

"Kenna! My baby. You've finally got your soulmate."

Kiah simply kept her bag on couch and walked to the refrigerator.

"Kristina. Stop it. "

Faking the happy tears Kristina goes on "You know it hurts that you and I can't be together, but I'm happy for you guys"

The silence weaved for few seconds as munching on a bar of chocolate Kiah, with scrunched eyes Kenna and holding a hand over her, adoring the both Kristina eyed each other. The joyous cadence of laughter echoed in the room of both of them as Kiah chuckled a bit.

Zoning out to the time when she heard his laugh. Missing someone is only when you miss the pastime, it's also when you find yourself living at the moment again and again.

Sounds too emotional for Kiah, isn't it?

The ringing of the telephone disturbed the moment and three of them looked at each other.

The time after midnight, past three in the morning, every saturday, Kiah's mother call, trying to know how her daughter is.

The only twist is that she calls the Kristina, the whom Kiah met when she was not even in her 20s.

Never knew how she found out about Kristina is still in contact with Kiah but asking her well-being about her daughter, couldn't be the only reason to ring once a week.

"Hello? "

Coming out of their trance, Kenna nudged Kristina, "Yes. Mrs Green."

"What took you so long to reply? " Sense of suspicious she could feel.

"Yes. Well, I'm baking a cake and I actually had to dust off the flour off my apron. How are you Mrs Green? "

"Kristina. I want to know about my daughter." Getting irritated by the explanation, Mrs Green came to the point directly.

Kristina looked at the blank face of Kiah "Mrs Green. I'm telling you we haven't had a conversation since two weeks" she said as Kiah nodded slightly at her.

"Are you sure ?"

"Mrs Green, you can trust me."

"We'll see. "

Not getting the enough information, Mrs Green hanged up the call.

Kenna had set the table while they're talking. "Guys. Go get freshen up. I'm waiting. " She looked at Kiah, "I'll be back. "

Kristina called out for Kenna from her room.

"Are you sure that you guys are not together? "

"Kenna, come on stop with using your pillow as a weapon-"

As Kenna chased her.