My eyes opened little by little when the doorbell rang three times. It felt like my vision was blurry, but slowly I tried to get up and walk to open the door. Who comes on a night like this? .I feel I have no appointment with anyone today and at night anyway. My only promise was to visit Lidia's residence and that was what I did earlier.
Damn it, where's my condition- of course like a drunk person.
.but when I opened the door, there appeared the face of the jerk with a worried look. He held my cheeks and scanned my entire body with his eyes. His mouth gaped.
"What are you doing!?"
I shouted, while slapping his hand away.
"Are you all right? I heard that you almost fainted last night!"
Said Erwin, half shouting. His mouth and eyes were still wide. I ignored him and immediately sat on the chair. Erwin followed after closing the apartment door.
My hand was still holding my forehead, feeling the rest of the small throbbing in my head, as I leaned back against the chair.
"Come here at night, aren't you sleepy?"
I asked.
"What night? It's already eight o'clock in the morning stupid,"
Hah?
I turned to Erwin. So I passed out for hours?
"So if you don't drink too much, you'll be like this,"
"You know a lot."
Who was drunk last night? I only visited Lidia's house after work, then I had bad luck on the road. Intention to go home quickly, instead saw something digusting. Pieces of human flesh. Whoops.
"I'm taking a shower first. I can't think about me, my brain is messed up."
I said, standing up and walking towards the bathroom. I let Erwin wait in the living room while playing his favorite game on his cellphone.
I tossed my work clothes into the dirty clothes basket in the far right corner of the tub. It's very uncomfortable to wear the same clothes without changing them last night.
But just then, I smelled a strange smell coming from my white shirt. It's a familiar smell, but it's not natural for it to come from my clothes. The rancid smell of blood.
Seriously, where did the blood come from? What did I do?
I sniffed the shirt and the smell was quite obvious when it was near my nose.
Because it was uncomfortable, I decided to immediately soak all dirty clothes with laundry soap.
Then immediately take a shower, before I faint again. I don't like the rancid smell, because it's very annoying.
After taking a shower, I put it in the washing machine. Damn, even though tomorrow is the schedule for washing clothes, not now. But the damn rancid smell that suddenly clung to my shirt, made me rush to wash it.
"Take a long shower? Did you fall asleep?"
Erwin showed his protested face, because he had been left for a long time. Even though that bastard, I think it's quite easy to play games on the cellphone.
"After washing clothes,"
I said. As he walked into the room.
"Whoah, you diligent man!"
I ignored the bastard's temptation.
Then ten minutes later, after dressing up and changing into more casual clothes, especially at home. It's not funny if I wear an office cloth shirt and pants inside the house. That's overkill.
Below-the-knee underpants combined with a short-sleeved t-shirt are my favorite clothes, even when I go to places like recreation. Or, if I'm allowed, I'm also not ashamed to dress like that when I go to work.
I met Erwin back in the living room while combing his hair. I accidentally splashed water from her hair, which was still wet from washing it off, towards him.
"Shit!"
He shouted. Then throw me with a pillow.
Then I sit back and lean back against the sofa, with a body that feels fresher than before I took a shower. Then reach for the glass of orange juice five seconds later. This Erwin is indeed kind and reliable. You see, while I'm busy showering and washing clothes, he's busy in my kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast of toast with peanut butter and thick orange juice. It tastes pretty good too. He is the same as me, because we live far from family, so we are used to cooking and doing housework ourselves.
It's different with tycoons who can hire house assistants so they don't have to be tired, if someone like me pays for an assistant, it's called a waste. You know, my salary is standard. And about the billion-dollar car I mentioned at the nightclub to Erwin back then, it was just a joke. Because the price of my car is not that expensive. But, life like this is enough. Otherwise, maybe I, the greedy one, will viciously take possession of all the assets left by the late Papa.
"Earlier you said you fainted not because you were drunk. So what was it for? You caught a cold?"
Erwin casually sipped his coffee, while dipping his toast.
Damn it, I can't possibly tell you about what I saw last night while traveling. Because we were having breakfast.
"I"ll tell the story later. After eating."
I'd rather finish the food, than have to tell disgusting things.
"Why? While eating, so relax,"
The bastard took his second loaf of bread.
"Not everything is suitable to be said while eating, stupid."
He was silent for a moment, to digest my answer just now. After that nodded, a sign of understanding, but instead switched to another topic of conversation. Indeed this asshole of my friend, doesn't seem comfortable spending time eating without chatting. There's just something he discussed or asked.
"The girl you bumped into, how about that? Is she healthy or what? Did you ask for compensation money?"
He meant Lidia, the beautiful and sexy girl I just visited last night, to monitor her condition.
I shook my head slowly, in response, "I don't ask for money. I just brought her treatment. Even though the wound is quite annoying when she walks, she's a bit limp ... but I'm starting to get better."
"Don't ask for compensation? Is it time?"
Erwin's forehead folded into a thousand folds. He seems to have seen too many angry people who, if they hit their thumbs by accident, then ask for huge compensation or threaten to report as if the suspect is the perpetrator of billions of corruption. Mode once. Looking for opportunities to squeeze.
"Yeah, fortunately she didn't ask for a big compensation. She just asked to be visited once a week,"
I answered simply. And Erwin instead glared, then smirked, deliberately teasing me.
"Wow, even got delicious!"
Asshole. I threw the remaining piece of bread at him. As usual, he always thinking bad to me.
"It's good, what am I doing? You think it's dirty!"
The bastard just smirked.
"Yes, sorry, I understand, you are a handyman, ehehe,"
Damn he even made fun of me. If it wasn't a friend, I would have smacked his head a long time ago, this bastard. He just arbitrarily accused me of not-nothing, just because his friends often sleep with women...