I don't know. I don't remember. How many weeks that I spent myself on that club. Rather than taking care of the cafe, I played almost days in that stinks house. Yet, why can't I stop?
I smoke. I drink. I fucked different woman almost everyday. Sometimes I got beaten up because I'm too drunk and starts cursing people until they're sick of me. 'yes. kick me far away from this place. Until I couldn't reach it again.'
I lost my way.
I always forgot my main point to came here. I forgot to change my SIM card so that I could tell Akari that I'm fine. That I am..not fine at all. This time I must do it right. No woman until you are rich. I Thought that to myself everyday. Then, I started to taking care of what have I left.
Changing my SIM card and texted Akari. Getting myself a Korean's Driving license and it's surprisingly easy here. Cleaning 1st and 2nd floor of the cafe, starts making menu even if I can't cook.
I can't cook. *sigh* I just remembered that I can't cook. What a total useless I am. I lit my cigarette and sit near the wide view window. Gazing at the peoples, 'When will this plan goes right?' I scratched my head and went upstairs to get some rests.
And in the morning, I never expected that I got a applicants. And he can actually cook. Maybe. "Ahh..um..Good Morning sir..." He greeted me as he opened a Korean dictionary.
"Yes? This cafe's still closed until it gets it workers so–" I speak with english because it seems he's from overseas too, "Ah! That's what I meant! I...want to work here.., sir." He bend down his head, He is cute and soft thou. I'm in the middle of weeping the floor and someone is about to walk on it. "Put the slippers and get in.." He gave me those smiles and I just smiled at him.
"You seems from overseas too. Let me guess..., Singapore?" I sweeped as I talk to him. "Actually I came from Shanghai..in China.." I feel so embarrassed but try to keep it cool so I just 'ahh' at it. "I'm sorry. You didn't look like at all..." I cleans my throat. "It's okay."
Then, I begin to give him an interview test. Which is can he be polite to the guests and of course. Can cook. "But sir, You could cook right?" "Its different. Now, write down your ID...." He nods as he starts to write down his full name, address and where he's come from, birthdate– "Wait. You're a 1996 liner?" I widened my eyes as he lifted his head and hums for a reply.
I coughed. How can a Kid– I mean a man could be this young? Dude I was like 2 years gap from him. "You can call me Yuto or...else just.., don't call me sir... it's...weird." The blonde just looked confused and opened his phone to translate what've I said as he held out his phone towards me.
"Could you uhh..reply that again?" I scoffed. I don't think this's going to be fast.., I rather hope it'll go slowly but sure.
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I received a messages from Akari,
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