Chapter 170: the bad feeling
Waylen's POV
"Good for you but what about me?"
"I am not telling you I love you so you could record it on your phone and taunt me for the rest of our lives" I answered with a grin.
"But why not! We've been friends for sixteen years....wait! How did you know I was going to record it?"
"Because you are Dicky"
"Yeah, I am. I am calling you on video call." He told me.
"I don't want to see your face, dude!" I yelled in protest."Seriously Dicky, I have my wife on my bed and I need…."
"Your wife is on your bed…why did you call me, man?"
"I didn't" I reminded him.
"Go" he ordered and I hung up.
I opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a tin of tea.
As I stirred the tea, I heard footsteps and turned to see my father walk inside the kitchen with one of his personal details. He was comfortably dressed in casual jeans and v-neck shirt.
