Neighbor, Really?!

The Would-be a Daddy 1.0

On a very glorious weekend morning, Jack ran down the stairs with his black leather Bally Bumbag in his hands into the kitchen. He then put the sling bag on the kitchen table along with his other things. On the table there were already some of his sneakers, watches, his leather jacket and some of his rock music accessories.

Since his conversation with his neighbors about how much money he needed in the future, his mind was busy thinking about various scenarios of how to get extra money. Of course, getting a job was the solution, and he had tried applying for jobs and doing interviews but still to no avail. And Jack being Jack, he couldn't resist the temptation of shortcuts for extra cash.

"This bag may be sold for," Jack pointed to his sling bag and his lips pursed as his brain thought about the right price. "Two hundred dollars." He decided.

"Okay. Sling bag, two sneakers, and I really like this watch but what else can I-" Jack's eyes shot towards the stairs while his words evaporated when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and his mouth closed automatically as the figure of his wife began to enter the kitchen area.

"Good morning, Jack."

"Y-yes, baby?" Jack's hands subconsciously grabbed his things from the table and held them close to his chest. He didn't want his wife to know about his plan to make extra money by selling his things because only God knows what might happen to him if his wife finds out.

Jack gulped as his wife watched him suspiciously and his mouth went dry as her eyes shifted from one of his things to another.

"What are you going to do with this things?" Asked Elsa finally. Her hand rested on the table and the other on her waist.

Jack gulped, wait, he couldn't do that again because his mouth was already dry like an overcooked chicken breast, so the only thing that he could do was hug his things tighter. He had no saliva left to swallow.

There was a reason why his wife had become a successful lawyer, and he was sure that just by looking at what was on the table and of course with his ghostly white face, she could already guess what he was going to do.

"You're not going to sell this things, are you?"

Busted. Jack was about to shake his head but his neck suddenly felt stiff. He was about to speak but his mouth couldn't produce even a single word. He was dead.

"Jack? What are you going to do with this things? You're not going to sell this things, are you?" Elsa raised an eyebrow and repeated her question because she never got an answer. And her husband's strange face said it all. "You are going to sell this things."

Jack took a few steps back with the things still in his arms until his back hit the fridge and he couldn't go anywhere else. He shuddered to see Elsa who seemed to be holding back anger.

"Don't you dare sell this things, Jack. I am the one who bought all of these things. For you. What were you thinking? You never bought things, and now the things you have you want to sell? How dare you?!"

Uh-oh.

Selling things for extra money' mission : Failed

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Later that afternoon, after his first mission failed, Jack thought about going back to the original plan. Looking for job vacancies. And here he was, at the dinner table, beside his wife who was busy with her laptop, looking for a job vacancies in the newspaper.