Perfect Sense

CHAPTER 4.

Chapter 4: Responsibility.

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"Eventually we all have to accept full and total responsibility for our actions, everything we have done, and have not done. "

-Hubert Selby Jr.: Requiem for a Dream-

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| KIRUN |

"What?"

Ah, sweet greetings. Typical Cactus.

"I- uh...." How do I say this?! I rubbed my neck, twirling in the chair I was sitting on. It has rollers, thankfully.

"Speak up Kirun! I don't have time. I need sleep!" She snapped. Woah. Angry much.

"Jeez woman. Fine. Can we meet?" I questioned her, hoping she'd say yes or something.

"No shit Sherlock! I am so fine that I can come meet you." she sassed and I frowned. Why is she so pissy today? It's not like I stole her candy or something. Okay scratch that. She has the right to be angry at me since I broke her arm.

"Do you mind speaking?" She questioned, breaking my train of thoughts.

"Uh yeah. I can- uh come over?" I asked, rubbing my neck.

She fell silent. Now don't get me wrong. I had my fair share of going into girls rooms without permission, but that was in high school. No more and another thing was that this is Indah. The girl hates my guts. What makes you-

"Sure"

Is this a trap? My mind went alert as I replied that I'd be there after 10 minutes. She hung up and I did too before sitting straight on my chair and rubbing my forehead. What if she was playing me and when I reach there, they gang up on me and hurt me? Huh. That is possible with Indah. Heck anything is possible with that girl. Maybe thats why she is; well, her. Oh great, now I am rambling to myself.

I stood up and walked to the closet to get something better to change into but then I remembered I was going to meet Indah, the queen of cleanliness, so I better be clean. Else, she'd throw a tantrum of how much of a dirty person I am.

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After a shower, a-lot of cologne and a fresh pair of jeans and tees, I was officially ready. I think. The entire time I was showering, I kept making up my speech. Dad clearly stated that I needed to clear whatever this is with Indah before he calls.

See, I am not scared of many things, but I sure am scared to hell of my dad. My dad, Lionel Arthit is a businessman. My mom passed away when I was 6 and my little sister was a year old. Since then, he did his best in bringing up both of us in the right way. And ever since I know, I have had this fear in me for him, the fear is not that he'd be abusive, no, it's more of disappointing him. And since I am the oldest and only son, I don't want that to happen. Both me and my little sister, Krystal Arthit have it in us to make our dad proud. Because he is all we have and vice versa.

Anyhow, I took my gray hoodie, my phone and wallet before walking out of my room and closing the door behind me. Its now or never. I knocked on her door and soon after, it opened revealing a disheveled looking Indah.

"Woah there. Tornado hit you or something?" I questioned and she growled, opening the door wider for me to enter.

I entered her room and looked around, before taking off my shoes.

"Wow, I am impressed." I said, walking into her room.

Her room was spacious, with a large bed on one side of the room, a study table, a couch with coffee table, a large closet and two large windows. I looked to the right where the study table was located. There were sets of bookshelves filled with books- Are those manga? I turned to her with a questioning gaze and she shrugged, taking a seat on the chair, situated at the study table. There were a few pot plants around too. Who keeps pot plants in their rooms?! Oh right, Indah Gesang.