THE ASSASSIN RENDEZVOUS

PART 16 - LAUNDRY DAY

4 months... well that's been a while, I thought damnit..I lost it but I still care about this baby. Thank's for all the votes for this story, yet I never know poeple still read this or not. 

Enjoy.

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PART 16 - LAUNDRY DAY

Drunk & Park. Those words engraved in my conscious like when you woke up from a bad dream. You didn't remember what it was about but you sure you didn't want to have any recollection whatsoever between those two words, because it gave you a feel that could make your gut churned, hence the word, drunk.

Even right now, when I thumbed my wardrobe over and over again trying to figure out what exactly I was looking for. I wasn't sure it's my lack of collection in clothing department but it felt like I was looking for something in bigger perspective.

Well, I almost snorted at my attempt being oh so thoughtful. But honestly, those two words always nagging me and yapping about something. It felt like those words have their own mind and set of mouth it's constantly talking, talking, arguing and sometimes yell at my ear like a bunch of annoying old couple.

Arguing what you may ask? Just like you heard at those thin wall of my flat, it muffled but it's clearly there and you have to put a pillow over your ears to block those old record sound because it was fast pace talking in screeching tones. Annoying.

Maybe I was losing my mind, maybe it's some kind of mild depression or was I hallucinating? Maybe my self-restraint finally cracked, somehow.

Sigh.

I shook my head to clear those bad attitude to start the day and being optimistic.

What to worry about, you already have your bae back. Yes, James. He's a charming and idiot of a friend. Your rekindle session two days ago in your room gone superb. You both strike to sleepover party that night after oh so long had been MIA and when your crazy roommate Sam found you with a stranger in bed in the next morning, she's gone ballistic.

She thought that I've had brought a random guy to fill the void of James while when she- in non subtle way- peeked at him.

Fill the void, of James by bringing a guy to my bed!! What she was thinking, did overcome losing of a friend is by doing a sleepover, with a random guy?? That's not a friendship work. Nuts.

She's ballistic may I told you again. Little did she know that instead of a stranger when she peeked at him but the man himself that appeared to be the one who's belong in the side of my bed. She stumbled and fell on her butt when she realize who's face was that.

She have those mild shocked and frighten expression in her face when she saw James peacefully snoring. Her eyebrows pulled in center it's nearly collided not because of not to great buddy to buddy relationship with him but more to that what-this-fucker-doing-in-your-bed-while-you've been- bat shit crazy-this whole week -because of his MIA-stunt expression.

Well let me tell you that the next thing she did, Sam jumped on of my bed and kick James off it, hard. Well at least from that on they back to their 'normal' self without brought the talk of why he did what he did.

Everything seemed to fall back to it's place but why I wonder I felt it's hard to start with a fresh thought, an optimist one.

Well, maybe it's because you have none of your clothes in your wardrobe, even your last underwear was the one you wear? You're too lazy to even care to what happen when you didn't have a spare of clothes let alone an underwear.

I sniffed myself right away, aware of lacking of fresh shower. I raided my wardrobe not because I stood naked only in my underwear but because later this afternoon James would pick me here because he stubbornly asking me to help him to set the equipment for tonight party that he'll be DJ'ing.

Yes..yes..he's been doing that DJ thingy for a while, it's not that bad, his skill at it. Or at least that what he always told me since I never know the different tune he'd played. As long as my hips would move to it's beat I'd agreed that it was OK, sort of.

Grudgingly I agreed, even I swore to myself I wouldn't go near to those kind of scene but I didn't have a heart to say no and saw his face fell. The least I could do was help him plugged the wire and went back home, that's it. Not that I was more capable of stuff like DJ'ing in the first place.

I pull a tees and a sweatpants in my hamper, dirty I knew. What option did I have? Beggars can't be choosers. Then I set my to-do list to do the laundry. True to the fact that piles of piles of dirty clothes in the corner nearly collapsing the tiny and cramped side of where we decided to put a washing machine in the back side of our flat. I eyed the other corner where Sam put her's not wonder why she seemed ok with this mountain of clothes because she too, not very well handling a laundry chores. Ah..we really are a lousiest person ever.

I rolled up my invisible sleeves and started working. I pushed those piles to the black plastic bag I always use to put all my dirty clothes, may I say religiously and I dragged it and dropped beside the washing machine while I opened up the lid.

I crouched down and peered into it to check if somehow there's an already clean clothes there. And it supposed I was right because how amazing my brain worked I forgot to take out my clothes when I last laundry it.

At least now I had pair of clean clothes even though when I smelt it gave a weird washing machine smell all over it but with spritz of eau de toilette I hope it would do good. I folded it neatly but something fell from the pants I hold.

It's a glove.

I scrunched my brows and picked it up, unconsciously sniffed it and sure it had a same smell but I didn't remember that I have those. I tried to put my hand on it but it's way too big for me even if this was belong to Sam.

But I held it only one and where's the other? I peered back to the washing machine just in case it's there, but no. Then my curiosity kicked in and in the ten minutes I took my body up, down in all position and my eyes and hands running to every spot in there. Luckily, it didn't take a while to spot it, I found it near in the back of where I put my pile of clothes earlier but when I grabbed it, dirty and I bet contain of thousands of tiny germ and I should just threw it away instead I look at it.

Aware, my fingers pinched it and my eyes already inspect it. My eyes wander from those stained and dirty glove to the other half of glove to my folded clean clothes. My brain racking something that nearly came to a conclusion.

Those clothes were the one I put at the night of the fare, the festival, the park, the wine, James and drunk and...blank and next I woke up in my pajama without knowing until today who and how I managed to come back to my flat, changing into my pijama and put all those puke stain in the washing machine.

I gulped.

I was sure that's the one I wore along with the missing bag and my missing ID that until today I haven't replace it. And I was sure I didn't wear any gloves that way too big for my hands nor it's Sam's or James's because he despised it, it's leather and he once complained it's make his skin itchy.

Black leather gloves. Puke stain. Wine. Drunk & Park.

My heart hammering inside my ribcages and it's beat kicking my ears. Suddenly, those lost images not lost anymore right now. Those lost images seemed want to be found and smacked right to my face. It slapped my head up until those memories pouring down in front eyes so clearly and drowning me.

This ugly realization drowning me and twirled me like I was on my own washing machine.

Swirl..swirl..

My gut churned and I bolted out from there with my fist clamped in my mouth, heading to bathroom.

The least I didn't want was swimming in my own puke.