Marigold POV
“You are not helping the matter with your cries, Stella,” I told her, calmly. 
She scoffed softly and wiped her tears with the hem of her blue blouse.
“Then what do you want me to do?” She asked.
I sighed and moved closer to her on the long couch. I tucked my hair behind my ear and placed her hand on mine.
“Everything will be fine Stella, Flora will be found soon” I assured. She swats my hand away and stood on her feet, boiling with rage. “This is all your fault, Marigold!” She fired, a little frown crept on my face upon hearing that.
I also stood on my feet, staring at her.
“How is it my fault?” I murmured.
“If you had not demanded for her hand in another marriage, she wouldn't have left this house” She barked, I rolled my eyes. “And how's that my fault?” I asked nonchalantly and folded my arms.
“If you had not done something as dreadful as your secret, you wouldn't be helpless as you are now, Stella,” I snickered.
She shook her head lightly and wiped the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.
“You are my best friend, Marigold, why are you doing this to me?” She reminded, frustrated. “I'm never forgetting that Stella; and that's the reason I'm keeping your gigantic secret to myself,” I told her.
“You promised to never say no to my requests and I also promised to keep your secret safe with me; Tit for Tat Stella” I smirked.
She stared at my face with widened eyes, then I raised my brows at her.
I carried my black handbag and turned to her. “I should get going now; we still need to look for my daughter-in-law,” I told her, but she just watches me like she had lost her tongue. "Alright then, bye” I waved at her and adjusted my bag on my shoulder before stepping out.
The next day…
Flora POV
I sat in the living room watching the television, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. These comedians were really something.
Suddenly, I heard movement behind me, and I turned to look.
Oh,
He's back.
I guess he doesn't like to wear clothes cause each time I see him, his clothe is always on hung his shoulder.
Perhaps he and clothes had a disagreement.
I watched him as he shut the door and walked into the living room.
I smiled at him, but he didn't even spare me a look; he just kept his impassive face and walked past me.
I groaned loudly and shook my head.
He's a big jackass!
I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch. I just wanted to thank him for considering me yesterday; although he ordered the food, I was so grateful, I had thought I was going to die of hunger.
And concerning my clothes, the housekeeper had brought many hoodies and Jean trousers with her this morning and when I'd asked her who sent them, she told me it was Zayn.
I was glad; but slightly depressed, it all has to be hoodies.
The sound of the bell caused me to jerk up immediately.
Who's that?
It can't possibly be the housekeeper, right?
I heard the bell rings again, I sprang to my feet. Gees!
I slide my feet into the slippers and strode to the door. I bent the doorknob and pulled it open. It revealed a pretty young lady.
Okay,
don't tell me this is another Violet.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms on my chest. Her red gown rarely cover her butt; her dyed hair was parked in a high ponytail and her face was make-up-free.
She stared at me, and I also did the same.
“How may I help you?” I asked her politely, she eyed me repeatedly. Alright.
“And who the f**k are you to ask me that?” She sneered, and before I could utter one more word, she pushed me aside and walked into the living room.
I shook my head and watch her climb the stairs to Zayn's room.
This is not good.
It was late at night and that crazy girl hasn't left yet.
Don't tell me she's sleeping over.
I glanced at the wall clock, and it says; 10:00 pm.
Oh, my…
“So she will be sleeping here?” I asked no one in particular.
Then what will she be doing?
Gosh!
I tossed the duvet aside and stood up from the bed.
Although, I've had my dinner but now, I really need to satisfy my curiosity.
I stood up from the bed and adjusted the collar of my new blue pajamas.
I walked up to the door and opened it, carefully. Not only that, but I peered my head out, glancing around the hallway. So silent.
I brought one leg out and followed by the other. Yes!
I tucked my hair behind my ear and placed a finger in between my lips, thinking of what to do.
An idea crept into my head and I smiled widely. Don't do it, Flora… I heard my subconscious mind and I rolled my eyes.
Just stay back if you want to… I told her.
I tiptoed towards Zayn's room with my slippers in my hands.
I wonder why there are so many rooms though, when he's actually staying alone.
I heard some faint cries and I halted my steps. What's that?
Where's it coming from?
I continued my step, and I could hear it clearly now.
“Aw… Zayn”
“You are…there”
“You… Are the… Right spot”
“Harder…baby”
It was the crazy girl moans.
She's even crazy in bed…
Why can't she keep it on a low?
I retrieved my steps and headed back to my room,, but her crazy moans still filled in my ear.
I pressed my both hands to my ears to prevent me from hearing them.
But I could still hear it loud and clear.
“Zayn!”  Her moans have filled the whole house now. I clenched my teeth and opened my door to room, slamming it behind me.
I hurried to the bed and covered myself.
“Zayn…please” I heard again.
Gross!
I grabbed a pillow and pressed it to my head tightly.
I could feel tears threatening to drop,, but I sniffed it back.
I warned you… Didn't I? My subconscious mind mocked. “Zayn!!” 
I shut my eyes tightly and the tears finally dropped.