"Hey, sleepyhead...Always slacking around in my home..." Jiro patted his sworn pal awake upon catching him lying on the sofa in his living room, snoozing his way to dreamland.
He grimaced and scratched his head, mastering all efforts to sit up, although still immensely groggy striving hard to open his pair of heavy eyes.
Observing him, Jiro sighed in exasperation, "Prince...What I have ordered you to do, did you carry out with trustful responsibility?"
He massaged his temple lightly, "Why don't you turn on the lights? It's so terribly gloomy in here..."
His complaint made Jiro effortlessly grabbed a mini torch from under the coffee table and turned it on to flash it directly on Wang Zi's face. "There, is this bright enough? Now, can I have your answer?"
Wang Zi jolted back from the blinding light and quickly switched it off, "Oh, okay...sorry...Mister Jiro...I got it...Your precious love is right infront of the safe..."
Jiro only displayed the deepest frown in response to his insensible statement. He turned him anxiously to face himself, "Wait a sec, 'infront of the safe'? Not securely locked up inside?!"
Wang Zi sweatdropped as he stared back hard at the extremely serious Jiro. He clarified without delay, "Oh please...don't be so perturbed! I really can't find the keys to your safe and in your haste, you did not reveal to me your lock combination...Plus, your cell was turned off throughout the whole time...Now, Mister Wang...am I being not responsible?"
Jiro loosen his grip on Wang Zi's shoulders and tried to recall. Being in the hospital ward for that long, he could not turn on his phone.
After briefly contemplating, he immediately paced fast to his walk-in closet to check on his 'Heart-Throb' in order to be excessively certain that it was alright.
Right behind him, Wang Zi was starting to reconsolidate his doubts since early that day due to Jiro's sudden change in strategy.
Ensuring that his masterpiece was well intact, Jiro could heave a sigh of sure relief. He covered the case up again and diligently searched every nook and cranny for his valuable keys.
Wang Zi was rather hesitant if he should lend a hand, "Say, Jiro...when I approached our building secret passage and hidden room, the door was left open...Were you in there then?"
He paused momentarily and turned to Wang Zi. Their exchange of icy silent glances was a heartfelt mix of compromise and disinclination.
The outcome was just a simple, unexplained shrug by Jiro. He let on, "This is not a right time to discuss the matter..."
Wang Zi found it hard to buy his words, "Why not?"
Jiro swiftly walked up to him, "Let's deal with it later...Right now, what's important is to store Heart-Throb in a most safest corner. The safe's originally my parents' and they are now overseas...I should have been mentally prepared for this beforehand...Now, what shall we do?"
They both literally racked their brains for the most suitable cover, going from bathrooms to the laundry to the study room and den.
Rushing to and fro about the whole house, the trailing Wang Zi sharply spotted a thing slipped off Jiro's pants pocket. He was agile enough to catch hold of it to figure what it really was.
"What? An off-peak hours' bus fare?" He spoke out loud, alerting Jiro to turn back while holding on awfully tightly to his hefty case of jewellery.
Wang Zi held it up questioningly, "I thought you called the cab...This is totally unlike you, Young Master?"
He was somewhat lost as to how to clear things up, "Well, save that for next time...We need to complete our task at hand first..."
His buddy was now even more suspicious, advancing slowly up to him with a smug disbelieving look and flashing the piece of ticket in his hand with a sly smile.
Jiro retreated cautiously while struggling not to let his expression betrayed anything. At long last, he stopped and exclaimed, "Ah, I know! I'll put this darling into the most useless thing in the home!"
Wang Zi instinctively stepped back, "What's that?"
He grinned and beckoned to the kitchen area, "The dishwasher..."