Chapter 3

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Freen's Pov

Aahh.. Finally!! I'm done cleaning the bathroom.

So tired. .

I sat on the sofa.. When will she stop ordering me around??
Ahh.. I want to sleep.. But i haven't eaten yet. And I'm so tired to cook for my own. Im so hungry..

So i decided just to eat out side.
I chose to eat ramen. And after eating i was about to go home then saw a Milktea shop.

Aahh.  Beck wants Milktea..

And before i knew it i already bought it.

Ahh.. Why did i ? Tsk..

That devil..
Sigh..

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I placed the milktea on the table . She's not home yet?

I looked at the clock as i sat on the sofa. Its already 9:00 where is she? 

I grabbed my phone then start typing.

To: Devil B.

Hey where are you? Its already 9:00. Im worried. .

Wait.. I'm worried? No no no.. Erase

To: Devil B.

Becky.. Where the hell are you? I'm going to lock the door if you're still not here after 5mins!

Ok. She'll definitely kill me .. Erase..

To: Devil B.
Master where are you? I'm done cleaning the bathroom and i got your Milktea. -_-

OK this will do. * send*

Sigh, I'm definitely being her slave. Right?

I rest my back on the soft sofa.. Hmm..
I'm so tired..
I slowly closed my eyes and felt really sleepy..

Hmmh.. I felt like i was floating in the air.. Am i flying? Is someone carrying me? But who?

Then i felt my back touched a soft thing. Bed?

I tried opening my eyes..

With my eyes half open i saw someone lean over me Then a warm thing touched my forehead. .

It feels nice.

Then i saw a figure walking out on the door then close it silently.

Is that Becky?

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I woke up with a smile..

Ummhh.. No classes today..

I got up but still sitting on my bed.

Last night. I know i fell asleep on the sofa. And someone carried me. But who?

Becky?

" aiish.. Who else??"

I said aloud.

But why? Tsk that devil?

" oi"

" kyaa!"

I looked at her in shock.

" tsk.. Don't scream. Get up now. I prepared breakfast. "

She said then walked out.

I raised an eyebrow. SHE? Prepared breakfast?

Is she sick?

I stepped out of my room and saw her waiting on the table.

She looked at me then point at the chair in front of her.

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