Gemi

Wash the dishes

“Bitch.”

“Excuse you? You almost knock my coffee off the table!”

“That's my beer mug—Anyways. Did I just find out my sister is dating that guy? Why didn't you tell me?”

“Huh? What's the problem with that?”

“The dude ain't looking better than me.”

“Oh, shut it. The dude's taller than you.”

“But he... ain't... good looking??”

“My baby brother's girlfriend isn't prettier than me as well, and I'm c h i l l about it.”

“I don't know why your brother dates that chick when she has a whole YOU as a standard.”

“Me? A standard? You're not funny.”

“Do you remember those guys who tried to get into your pants and asked me for your number?”

“No. You whore yourself out a lot more than I do, by the way.”

“Excuse m—”

“Anyway, who cares about the looks? Your sister is pretty as hell, yes, so there's no way she'll be single for too long. She's not you. She's free to find anyone else attractive. The same goes to my baby brother. He's popular. He's not me and he's free to date whoever the hell he wants so.”

“But his girlfriend—”

“His girlfriend is cute and she's super sweet. You don't dictate your sister's life, let alone my brother's. Instead of ranting here with that filthy mouth of yours, why don't you talk to your sister about this whole ordeal?”

“Did you forget my sister is a national athlete?”

“You're also an athlete—oh, yeah. But you're a gymnast and she's black belt in Taekwondo. She'll definitely kick your sorry ass out of her dorm.”

“I only found out about her boyfriend today. God, I feel so betrayed.”

“You're just being dramatic. You said the same thing when I date—”

“Shush!! We don't say that cursed name in my Hindu household.”

“And? Dude, I'm Muslim. And I pay half the rent. This is not entirely your household. If it were, that'd make me your wife. And, hell? No.”

“I should've really brought you to Hong Kong and asked you to sign the papers.”

“You wish. You're not even willing to wash the dishes.”