WARNING : This novel may show usage of drugs, foul words, gory scenarios and sexual contents.
Abigail was welcomed by her madame's grinning face.
She was standing behind the counter, hands on her hips while nodding satisfyingly.
Later on, Abi found out why she's hanging in seventh heaven and who actually would not?
Yamato told her that an appliance company agent came yesterday and said they picked the ramen house to receive free air conditioner and heater supplies which they instantly installed, as part of their company's annual Thanksgiving celebration.
She instantly thought that she's not the only one having a three-leaf clover momentum!
In fact when her shift was over, there's still an hour left from her mini mart job to the ramen house so she dropped by the public bath house first to freshen up when Mrs. Chi, one of the lobbyists, offered her a room in an apartment building! It was located in Zhough Street and just perfect for her! once you open the door a small hallway leads to a room with an average-sized bed where a wooden cabinet stood nearby.
A space in the corner with sink can serve as a mini kitchen.
There's also a glass door that divides the balcony at the back and when you look at the room's right side, you'll find the bathroom with a mini hot tub!
All of this, according to Mrs. Chi is only for a super low price that she could surely afford plus a month of free rent is given to her since the building owner softened after Mrs. Chi told him, her circumstances.
She could not suppress the overflowing joy she felt!
Truly the saying when it rains it pours is absolutely applicable in this case.
And because of this pot of fortune the store closed an hour before it's actual closing time to celebrate affluence and Abi found herself gulping baiju with the crew.
They connected two tables and sat rectangularly.
Madame and Yamato sat side by side of Abi, placing her at the middle.
Fumi and two other waitresses sat in a line next to Yamato while the cooks, Mr. Mori and Mrs. Feng and two other helpers are in seats, facing them.
Her face crumbles after one shot of this fruity yet complex tasting liquor.
The first time it slid down her throat she immediately wants to throw up.
They laughed at them and she became the team's figure of fun right away because she's a foreigner.
Abigail would just snort and continued drinking, for after some time, the baiju suddenly tasted sweet and smooth to her mouth.
Everyone chatters and have their groupings of topics when Yamato, who's secretly glancing at Abigail from time to time spotted her dazed image.
"Uhm Abi, your face is quite flushed don't drink too much."
Yamato murmured with concern on his voice.
"Let her be Yamato! Why does it bother you? She's older than you, you know for sure she can handle herself."
Fumi scowled before sticking some grilled meat on her mouth when she heard the young guy.
She can't admit the irritation she felt everytime, everyone fusses over the foreigner.
"Fumi..."
"What?"
She replied with indignation when she heard her call her name and all of a sudden a hand grips the side of her sleeves, pulling her pass Yamato where her face landed in Abigail's as she kissed her lips!
The commotion grew louder at this scenario.
"Y-you pervert!"
Words barely escaped from her mouth after Abigail let her go.
She's covering her lips with the back of her palm while her face is completely burning red.
Without their knowledge, Abigail turns into a kissing monster maniac everytime she gets drunk and now her eyes were roaming around the rambling room while lip-pouting searching for her next target.
"I sacrifice myself to the kissing monster!"
One helper across the table stood and leaned to her direction when madame slams his face with an empty plastic plate.
"Shut up! She's too drunk let's get her-"
Before she finished her sentence a pair of hand cupped her cheeks and directed her gaze towards a blasted giggling foreigner.
"Ah madame you look like a yummy mantou!"
She exclaimed before claiming her lips, it was just a quick peck but the whole crew still laughed uproariously.
After she let her go, her head turned to look at the young man beside her.
Yamato subconsciously gulped at the sight of this drunk beauty.
To be frank, he was lovestruck the first time he met her.
Even if she often labels him as a little brother, his attraction never wavered and it's been more than a week since he's having a secret crush towards Abigail.
All he could do at this moment is wait in anticipation with a thumping loudly heartbeat.
Her pale tanned face is painted with blushing cheeks and red nose, her misty eyes stare straight at him piercing his whole being and her moist small yet plump lips are now slightly parted as she moved in his direction just within a minute he would have brushed his lips with hers but a large hand suddenly covered Abigail's mouth before pulling her away.
The whole room awed in silence before the aristocratic dazzling man.
Yamato on the other hand, can't hide his disappointment and look daggers at the standing man behind Abigail who's still keeping her lips wrapped around his palm, but in the juncture that their gazes crossed, a chilling murderous ambience lurks in the domineering man's eyes making him frozen with fear.
"She've had more than she can handle. I'm Abi's friend and neighbor so I'll take her home."
Yamato was stunned at how he spoke calmly and reassuringly, contradicting the killing intent he just extricated a minute ago.
He called himself Ares and exchanged few polite conversations with them when they saw him flinched, their eyes automatically travelled to Abigail who's now nibbling his palm to his fingers while mumbling foreign words such as
"Masarap, pogi kaso beki."
Over and over again.
He let her bite him a couple times until Abigail finally freed his hand with a victorious smile.
"I should really take her home."
The man said as he gently faced Abigail's chair in his direction, squatting down with his back facing her, he asked for her stuff which Fumi fetched and handed him.
"Great! A piggy back ride! Ah is this some romantic comedy series? Oh hey? I know you! Right your phone I have it, where's my bag hmmm?"
Abigail keeps squealing and babbling so madame helped her hop on the man's back.
He stood and Abi embraced him tightly while wrapping her legs around his waist as if she's afraid of falling.
The man supported her by gripping her legs all the while holding her bag in his left hand, as soon as he felt that she's comfortable he bid goodbye again before gradually vanishing on their sights.
Yamato felt defeated but he knew he clearly sensed a dangerous vibe in him or was it just the alcohol speaking?
He can't seemed to put his finger on how to perceive the mysterious man.
[End of Chapter 6]