I walked through the corridors, chewing on a burrito and reading the news on my phone. The media was mad at the inflation of prices as of late. I wouldn't be surprised if riots broke out all across the country anytime soon.

"Jason!" I heard my wife call after me. "Where did you keep all the cheese?"

"Why, I kept it in the fridge," I said a bit absent-mindedly, scrolling through the article, not paying much attention to her nagging.

"Well, if it were that simple, I wouldn't have asked you," she said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm sure you kept it somewhere for later use, then forgot about it." I smirked and snorted.

"Hey, don't be ridiculous," she came from the kitchen and stood in front of me, her arms crossed. "You know I can't make lasagna without it. If you don't help me now, you can eat biscuits for dinner for all I care."

I frowned. "Come on, now. It isn't my fault you misplaced the item." I pocketed my phone and swiftly entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge and a waft of cool air hit my face soothingly. "I can smell the cheese." I turned around. "It means it was taken out not too long ago."

"Well, I didn't take it out," she said.

"Hmm, of course you didn't," I mocked.

"Jason!" She was incredulous.

I chuckled. "Haha, okay sorry. But, you do have a bad habit of forgetting, Jane."

She looked away, probably a bit embarassed.

I sighed. "Do I really have to go find it right now?" I said in a reluctant manner, snapping my joints to relieve myself of the ache.

"You want dinner or not," she said with her eyebrows raised.

I clicked my tongue and left the room. I gave a quick search all around, the rooms on the upper floor and even in the bedrooms. Very odd, that I could not find the cheese anywhere.

"Jane, this is absurd. It was at least half a kilo."

"That I know."

"Then how can it vanish into thin air?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me."

"You aren't helping at all." I was starting to get a bit mad at her.

She sighed and nodded her head in a frustration that I now shared as well, and walked away.

"Where are you going?" I asked her. She was not going to leave this ordeal all on me.

"As much as I hate to do this, I am going to enquire Lisa about it."

"You don't think she stole it, do you?" I said, a bit awestruck.

"We have to consider the possibility. And, maybe it's something else. Who knows?" She shrugged again and went downstairs to the basement.

I didn't like this. Lisa knew better than to do something so cheap. She didn't expect to get by with this, did she? It was unbelievable that she'd do something like this after being a trusted maid for years.

I tapped my foot in frustration, and blew my hair off my face. After a while, I could no longer keep a cool head and walked briskly downstairs to where my wife was right now.

"I can't miss the interview. The finance minister has got to do some explaining with the prices. It's in half an hour, and now I have to deal with this nonsense," I muttered under my breath as I came near the end of the flight of stairs and could see Jane and Lisa talking.

"What does it look like?" I said, just before stepping on the floor.

"What do you mean, sir?" Lisa said in her formal tone, as always.

I deadpanned at Jane. "You didn't tell her yet?"

She turned away. "I was just making small talk so that it's easier to-"

"Save it," I waved at her dismissively and stood next to Lisa. "Lisa, I am very sorry to do this, but we have a problem."

Her eyes fluttered in my direction. "Yes sir, how may I help?"

"Well you see, a rather big chunk of cheese is missing from our fridge. We can't seem to find it anywhere, and if I don't find it soon enough, I lose both my dinner and my show on TV," I said rather pitifully.

Jane suppressed a chuckle. "Did you really have to include the show in that sentence?"

"Hey, it's important alright!" I sighed. "Anyways, Lisa. Do you know anything about it?"

The eyes said it all. There, I spotted a hint of nervousness, and her body language, it was hard to miss. She was hiding her hands behind her back. "Show me your hands."

"Sir..."

"Come on," I said, a bit louder this time.

She reluctantly presented her hands. I dove down-

"What on earth are you doing?!" A bewildered Jane shrieked from my side.

"I am kissing her hand," I said flatly.

"How could you...? And in front of me? What's wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes and smelled her hands. There was no doubt about it.

"Spill the beans, Lisa. You heard I have an important show on TV that I cannot afford to miss. Make this quick. There's no doubt that you handled the cheese mere moments ago. The smell is strong."

She failed to look at me. I was bereft of words. "Lisa! You have worked here for so many years and been such a loyal and good person, I cannot imagine you risking your job here by stealing something so petty as cheese!" I was going bonkers. This didn't make any sense!

"Sir, I didn't..." She trailed off.

"Then where is the goddamn cheese! Ugh," I turned around to face Jane. "The doctor told me not to get stressed but you can't seem to help me get into any calmer situations." I glared at her.

"Well, what can I do about it?" She said a bit helplessly and also looked at me with humour.

"Jane, this is not something to make fun of. Don't you want you husband to stay healthy and lead a peaceful life."

She tried her hardest to keep from smiling and nodded fakely. "Why of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"

I ran my hands through my hair and grunted. "Are you even for real?"

At that moment, my son came running down into the basement with his friends. "Miss Wahlberg! Come play with us! We are falling short of one player."

"Oh, of course, young master," she said in a sweet voice, her face brightening up as she hurried off.

I observed her, smiled and then walked upstairs and towards the bedroom. "It's almost time!" I jumped on the bed and switched on the TV.

"Hey, what the hell? You let her off like that? You won't get lasagna, I'm telling you."

"Eh, it can't be helped," I answered carelessly, my full concentration on the news channel. I slapped my thigh. "What did I tell you! There! The riots have begun! Oof, I find solace in this. This ought to force them drop the prices. It was getting hard for me to make ends meet this way."

"Jason." She eyed me with confusion and distress all mixed in a conglomeration of unrest. "What is going on?"

"I am a bit busy right now, but I will surely tell you in the morning, honey." I glanced at her and flashed a smile.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, you are getting biscuits for dinner as I said earlier."

That spun my head in her direction almost immediately. "Hey, what! No! No way! At least give me some cornflakes or instant noodles or whatever."

She looked at me then forced a smile. "I'll see what I can find."

The next day I woke up when Jane jerked me from the side. "Wake up you, lazy fool. How much longer do you plan to keep lying around doing nothing!"

"Hey, don't you know how to give a man some moments of peace?" I mumbled, still a bit drowsy.

"Well I'd say seven hours are more than enough to account for that," she said mockingly.

I rubbed my eyes and sat on the bed, yawned and looked at her. "Hey, you look beautiful today for some reason."

She punched me playfully and smiled. "Come on. Enough with the old tricks."

I laughed.

"Hey, Jason," She called me in that innocent manner that I liked and placed her hand on mine. "What did you find last night? You definitely figured something out, didn't you?" She gave me a curious look.

I smiled pridefully and expanded my chest. "That I did."

I took her to the fridge and she was surprised to see the cheese was there. "How did it get back here!" She couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh Jason. Look." She pointed at the edge where a piece seemed to have been broken off.

I smiled again. "Don't you still see what happened?"

She swayed her head side by side in a 'no'.

"Lisa didn't steal the cheese. It was for the boys. They probably demanded for it and she couldn't help but give them a  piece. But she feared that if she told me that, I would discipline them and that would break their trust in her, so she couldn't speak the truth. Also, if she didn't speak anything, naturally I'd assume she was the thief. So she was in a dillema at that time. Thank god, Richie saved her at that very moment." I chuckled.

"But how did you figure this all out?"

I looked at Jane and winked, sparking a grin that stretched to the very sides of my face. "It's all in the eyes."