Chapter 18

Hey Zharies, long time no chat with you. I miss you so much, how are you?'

I stared at my phone in astonishment, my sitting position, which was originally leaning on the bed, immediately sat upright while I looked seriously at my phone screen. I gaped and didn't speak for a while, trying to dig up the information in the Whatsupp account that contacted me.

"Who is this person? And the way he messaged me is weird."

If it was a prank or someone with a wrong number, they wouldn't know my name. But since the person clearly mentioned my name in the message as a greeting, doesn't that mean that the person sending this message is actually someone who knows me?

I didn't want to reply right away and pretend I hadn't read the message. Fortunately, I'm the kind of person who maintains enough privacy by unchecking the read box on my Whatsupp messages. So even though I read the messages people sent me, there was still no notification because I had turned off the feature.

I'm very worried that this is terror from people who want to harm me. But can terror come in the form of cute messages like this?

But there could be many ways that other people trick their victims. It could be that they deliberately chose this way so that I wouldn't think it was them sending the message.

"What should I do? Should I ask for help or figure this out on my own?" I monologued.

I, who didn't know how to track down such people, preferred to remain silent and think about what I could do better. I also did a search on the website that could give me a solution to find out how to track down an unknown person like this.

I wasn't stupid enough not to check the contact information on the profile first, but it seemed that the person had also hidden his identity from his contacts for privacy reasons, because I didn't find any information there. Even the person's profile name was just the letter S and had no profile picture.

But I thought of something, that letter could be the initials of the account holder's name.

"S? Who has a name with the initial S? But I know a lot of people with initials like that.

I looked up at the ceiling of my room while stroking my chin with my finger. I compared the possibilities that were most likely to match the identity of the person who had this Whatsupp profile.

"Is it possible... Samuel?"

I tried to guess. The way this person spoke through the text message seemed rather furtive, like someone who was deliberately trying to show his longing for a loved one. Of course, he was not the first person I thought of, who else but Samuel? But there are many possibilities, it could be someone who deliberately disguised himself as Samuel and slandered Samuel by sending a message like that to trap me.

"Arghh, this is confusing. Do I ask directly--oh my! Why am I going to all this trouble? There are sophisticated apps to track this," I said excitedly.

I then installed an app and then tracked the account information through the app. And I saw the name the person used to store the contact information. And sure enough, it turned out that my initial guess wasn't wrong, that I shouldn't have bothered to mess with my head by denying who the person was who was bothering me right now.

"Samuel, Samuel CEO, Mr. Samuel, the eldest son of the Norine family.... Man, they're really strict about naming their contacts. But it's good that I know right away who the owner of this account really is. Tsk, how did he find my Whatsupp number so fast? No, I just bought a new phone a few days ago. If that's the case, my privacy is not safe," I monologued.

I bit my finger, a habit when I was thinking so concentratedly, I was in a dilemma whether I should tell Johan and Gerry right away so that the problem behind this would be resolved immediately. Whether I should keep this problem to myself and not complain anything to them as usual.

But of the two options I also had my own considerations and both had their own pluses and minuses.

If I chose the first option, I would definitely be calmer without any interference from Samuel, but I had to bury deep my curiosity about Samuel's characteristics and how my relationship with him used to be. And it could be that my facilities would be further restricted on the grounds of maintaining my security, it could be that my cell phone was fitted with a tracker that could record all my activities when using the cell phone.

No, that's not fun at all.

If I choose the second option, then it's the same as fighting for my safety. Although Samuel's confession of love was so passionate, it didn't mean that I could believe it solely because of that, it could be that he actually didn't feel it anymore but he continued the charade so that he could weaken my position in my plan with Gerry.

Samuel's reason for doing this was definitely for his sister, and I thought it made sense. But by choosing this option, I would know Samuel's true intentions to keep in touch with me and try to continue my relationship with him despite the breakup between us.

In addition, my freedom to use such facilities would also be more guaranteed because Gerry and Johan haven't found any threats that I have received while using facilities like this handphone. It's possible that if they see that the future situation is getting safer, they will relax their guard on me and I can move around more freely.

"Hm, it seems that I will choose the second option," I said.

For the time being, I decided to remain silent. Besides, I was still uncomfortable talking directly to Gerry or Johan because of the embarrassing incident earlier. It was so embarrassing that every time I thought about it, my face burned like steam from a furnace.

"Oh no, if I meet Gerry now, the possibility of embarrassment will arise again. It's not an emergency message anyway, why am I worrying so much about this," I said and threw myself onto the bed.

Just as I was about to relax and let go of the stress in my head, a phone call came in on Samuel's account.

"Oh my God, what is he doing? He's so impatient. I'm going to have a hard time hiding this from Gerry and the others," I said as I quickly muted my cell phone.