(Emon's POV)
(Morning)I was thinking about how to earn money all night. Gizel's aunty brought me Coffee.
"Wow Hot coffee plus fresh morning dew.. thank you so much aunty"
"Huhhhhhhh Coffee"
I consternately closed my mouth.
Aunty frightened. "What???? What happened Emon??? is there anything in it?"
I put that coffee in my table and jumped out of my bed to hug her.
"Auntyyyyyyyyy.....tysm aunty.... I love you.. mwaaahhh" I hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong with this girl?"- aunty opened her mouth widely.
"My sweetheart aunty.. Tata I'll be right back" - I ran out of there even without brushing my teeth..
To where??
Can u say where?
Yahh... to my coffee unnie.
I took my bicycle.
"Drrrrrrr.... Peepeee.."
Cycle ride in a very fresh morning it's a solitary experience. I can hear birds chirping, these days cherry trees are really beautiful. And the cool fresh air is making my hair flutter.
"Woooohyeeeeee....." I was literally enjoying my ride. I saw a flock of birds.
"Hi birdiiiiieeees... good morning"
Haha they flew away from my way.
Finally I reached there.. got out of my cycle.
"Love u a latte.. here I come kicking the door.."
I opened the door.
"Eonniee....!!!!"
"Cling..cling.. cling" - the plates she was holding fell down to the floor and shattered.
We both looked at each other. Her face was saying *I'm so done with you bitch*
And me.. i awkwardly smiled..
"Go... good morning unnie" - I grimaced.
"what should I do with you phabo, you startled me" - she facepalms
"I'm sorry unnie I didn't mean to, wait I can fix it" - I walked in
"What this broken plate?" -She pointed to the broken pieces.
"Yes unnie.. I can fix everything. Give me a tray, a sticking tape and some milk" - I gathered the pieces together.
Unnie: "What? Have you gone mad? How can you fix this plate with all these stuff?"
Me: "girl do what I said"
Unnie: "ok!"
She brought everything that I said within a few minutes.
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