Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 – The Angel in Heaven Avenue (Sky‘s POV)

Elenita raised her eyebrows when I entered the kitchen, not expecting me to come since she had just brought the coffee I requested from her.

“Maybe just a little sugar?” I told her, pushing the cup of coffee to her.

She scoffed at me, taking the cup and tasting the coffee. “How would I know what Angela added in that coffee?” She sighed as she rose to her feet, taking another cup to prepare my coffee. “When I taught her how to make your coffee, she did the same way I did. Maybe, you‘re looking for her, not the coffee, Sky.” “I‘m not sure about that,” I massaged my nape, feeling tired after a week of Dad‘s absence at work. I was hoping he would ask me about her and why there was no need to sign the divorce papers, but he didn‘t. When I told her she ran away from me, he only guffawed as if he found humor in what I had said.

“Elenita?” An adorable face of my sister peeked into the kitchen. She was already in her pajamas but seemed not ready to sleep. She walked in my direction and raised her arms when she saw me. I carried her and had her sit on the kitchen island.

“Why are you still awake?” Elenita asked, sighing. “Don’t tell me you also hope Angela would do something for you.” She twitched her lips, only now that I noticed she was holding a white feather and her small bag of colors. My forehead creased, trying to remember where I saw the feather she was twisting in her fingers.

“Uh–huh! She did not return my red color pen,” Her lips pouting as she told Elenita.

She nodded. “We really need to report her to the police.”

I bet Olivia and I had the same reaction, raising our eyebrows and looking at Elenita with a question on our faces as we thought about what else was missing in the house.

“What else is missing?” My heart was pounding, not wanting to think she took something from the house without telling me. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Your red color pen and that procedure in making the coffee of your liking,” She narrowed her eyes. “And my slippers. She had plenty of expensive shoes, yet she took my slippers when leaving the house.” “Then, let‘s get it from her,” Olivia’s eyes sparkled with her bright idea. Elenita scoffed. “Easier said than done, dear,” she said, glancing at me. “Even your powerful brother can‘t find her.” I sneered at her while brewing my own coffee. “I’m not looking for her.” “Ah!” She nodded, smirking at me before turning to Olivia. “Why are you playing with that feather? I‘ve been looking for that for days. I almost included that in the reported missing items in the house.”

I smiled when Olivia giggled as she gave the feather to her.

“I found this in Angela’s hair the first time I saw her,” she smiled and leaned her head to Elenita. “I really thought she was an angel. She was sooooo beautiful,” she whispered.

“Beautiful,” I uttered scornfully in a low voice, hoping my little sister would not hear it, but she did.

“She is beautiful, Sky. Right, Elenita?” she said as she glanced at her and then at me. “I bet you‘re mad at her because you didn‘t win. Maybe you couldn‘t guess the constenlation... conte. ...” She looked at the ceiling, thinking of the right word, and then she smiled, “constellation!” she beamed.

“What about it?” I asked, sitting back to face her, curious about the game, not the constellation.

“Angela said that you and she were guessing constellations in her face. We have to draw lots of dots on her face. Lots and lots of it so that you won‘t guess it.” She giggled, looking cute as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“How does she look again?” Suddenly curious, I was right the first night we were together and that I did not imagine things. I was really with a beautiful, bubbly, and sassy young woman that night. Instead of answering me, she only blinked her eyes at me and then turned her head to Frank, entering the kitchen.

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“Good evening,” he greeted us before walking toward the refrigerator. I watched him take a bottle of water before approaching us. “Any news about her whereabouts?” I asked him. Elenita laughed scornfully, facing me. “I thought you were not looking for her.” She turned to Frank. “Any news about her whereabouts?” she asked, repeating what I said.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think she was right. She lived in heaven.”

Olivia‘s eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open upon hearing the news from Frank, like telling me, ‘I told you so!‘ I glared at him. “Don‘t be funny. What did the taxi driver tell you?”

“He said that he dropped her at Heaven Avenue,” He answered, suppressing a peal of laughter when he saw me controlling my anger.

“Woah! I told you she‘s an angel,” Olivia blinked, overwhelmed with the news of where Angela lived.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Have you scanned the place? She could be living near the area.” I was hopeful Frank would give me a good answer or something where I could start to find her. “I did. Interestingly, the area has shrines, temples, and churches. No wonder they call it Heaven Avenue,” he grinned as he shared the information, but when I glowered at him, he cleared his throat and continued, “A nursing home, some small shops, but no residential

area.”

He placed the brown envelope on the table.

“Luckily, there was a CCTV in the area where he dropped her. I‘ll talk to Ferdi and see what he can do about it.”

“Why are you still looking for her, Sky?” Elenita asked, walking to Olivia‘s side. She carried her in her arms, probably taking her back to her bedroom. “She stole something from you. Am I correct?”

I did not answer her question. Instead, I took the envelope and walked to my bedroom, forgetting about the coffee I brewed. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the envelope. I could feel my heart pounding hard inside my chest and my hands trembling as I slowly took the pictures from the envelope.

There was only one CCTV in the area, only in the place where she asked the taxi driver to stop. I breathed out in dismay when the quality of the pictures was not good. The last picture focused on her face when she looked up, facing the camera. My heart skipped a beat, seeing her face. Olivia was right. Angela is an angel. I was not dreaming that night, and I was sure now she did not bewitch me into thinking I was with a beautiful woman.

I must find Angela with no last name because of two things she has stolen from me.

My heart.

My life.