Words

Chapter 6

The sound of the alarm clock broke my sweet dream, I opened my eyes. Grabbing the clock that was placed on the table beside my bed, it showed ten in the morning, turned it off and put it back in its place. I lay back on the bed, looking around me. I sleep in a modern minimalist room, dominated by black. Even my blanket was black, the right lighting made it hard for me to come out.

But I also can't be here all day, worried that the tattooed man took the advantages of me while I was asleep. I woke up, opened the transparent curtains and was immediately greeted by the scorching sunlight from the glass window. Walked open the bedroom door, peeked a little before finally deciding to come out.

"Ben!" Silence, no answer. I found a piece of paper on the dining table, next to two sandwiches and a full glass of white milk.

I'm working

Those words made it clear that Ben was no longer in this house. I walked along each side of the house, carrying the sandwich and a glass of milk. The house is simple but modern, with one bedroom, kitchen and living room. I opened the door and walked out, the cool air seemed to say hello to me. There are two lounge chairs on the front porch, with a wooden table that is not too big. The terrace yard is filled with neatly cut green plants, next to the house there is a small garage. Again there was a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the garage, only one motorbike and one bicycle.

I rummaged through my bags and suitcases, looking for my cell phone. But no, I seem to have accidentally left my phone. Because yesterday we were in a hurry to go to the airport. I don't want to add insult to my injury so I just accepted it, i also don't want to regretting the bad things that have been hitting me for the past few days, I prefer to take a shower and change.

I waiting lazily for Ben to come home, of course because I have absolutely nothing to do. I'm not familiar with this place yet, and if I'm lost I'm sure that Ben won't bother looking for me. Around eleven o'clock at night Ben just got home, I was still watch television while lying on the sofa. He walked through the door and closed it again, still holding his head. I watched him gone into the room, about fifteen minutes then he came out again shirtless wearing only his sweatpants.

He was still silent, sitting at the dining table chair while opening a small package and then sipping it accompanied by water. I assumed it was the medicine, yet to get up from his chair he was seen massaging his own head. There is pity in my heart but also annoyed because his ego is still high by not wanting to ask me for help.

"Are you OK?" I asked while walking to get cold water from the refrigerator in front of him. His face looks pale, if I don't help him I might be accused of killing him if he dies.

"I'm good" he glanced at me. He's still in his ego, i gave him attention instead of thank you, he choose bitchy attitude.

"Oh my gosh, Ben you catches a cold, you know how hot your temperature is" I put the back of my hand to his forehead, and his body temperature was really hot.
"Fine, let me accompany you to go to doctor, come on?"

No answer

"Ben, you're not feeling well, are you?"

" I'm good"
If I could I'd like to mutilate this shitty man. He still pretends to be handsome, strong, cool, sexy, and so on.

"Do you want to  Kerokan?"

"Kerokan?" His eyebrows rose as if in wonder.