CHAPTER 3

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Holy shit what am I gonna do?

He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes swollen from crying and his hair is everywhere.

He shouldn't see me looking like this. I'm a total mess. Ugh, whatever.

New went down to see Tawan, phone still on his ears.

"What are you doing here? It's too late", he finally hang up the phone.

Just go home. Please..


"Aw, I thought you wanted to see me", showing him his phone with New's last message.

The man outside walk towards him, the gate still blocking their way.

Newwiee, to his surprise, took a step back.


"Oh, I cant come in?", Tay asked, his eyes twinkling.

Are those puppy eyes or are you just drunk?

New just found himself opening the gate, giving way for Tay to enter his house..

Tay looked him in the eye smiling as he went closer to Newwiee.

Don't you dare smile at me like that!


"What is it?" his voice is impassive.


"You up for a coffee?", Tay's eyes are sparkling.


New just gave up. How can he resist those eyes?

Oh God. Fuck me.


The next thing he knows is he's opening the dark blue vintage front door to his late night visitor, "Come in", New pointed at the dark brown sofa of his living room, "you can sit here, I'll go fix you a cup of coffee."


Tay scanned Newwiee's home as he entered. It is quite big for New who lives alone. No, actually it is really big. The living room has one big couch, one armchair with a spotless glass center table and a tall lamp on the right side of the couch where Tay is sitting. There is an LED TV in front of him with speakers surrounding it. On the left side of the stairway, you'll see a five stories high dark brown shelves made of pinewood. Upstairs, there is only one door visible in his eyes, that is probably New's room.

New is now walking towards him from a room of what is supposed to be the kitchen.


"Your home is very cozy", he said as he sat properly, his hands on his knees.


New did not answer back.


He came back with just one cup of coffee and sat on the single armchair.

"Thanks"


New just nod once, still giving him the cold shoulder.

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