Runaway Slave

*Hurriedly,as usual when talking on phone ,she lift the receiver ,

" Annafane speaking What's up ,Mr Homme ? "

The one being asked not responding immediately,letting her worried more .

" Gosh ,You wanna talk to me , don't you? Hurry up, what's up,or better off l leave you and l talk to my cat "

Voice of his laughter on air before the man hang up just like that .

In frown , she put the receiver , thinking what a foolish silly thing it is . When she was at the bathroom,the phone rang repeatedly as if there was an important news or anything like that.She was running in towel and still in soap and did it still in patience either.

Mr Homme ,her ex old boss a year ago, the one who called, what's the matter? He seemed to like making a joke which wasn't funny at all for her .ln an hour she was neat and tidy and finished her breakfast with still an attempt to erase her annoying feeling caused by the playful phone call.

Her head felt like bursts.Does the world still rotate? Birth and death
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