HARCEL

Chapter Eight

I was awakened by a sudden delicious smell of fried bacon and eggs, so good that my body wanted to jump out of bed but my eyes insists. I struggled to reach for my alarm clock on the table beside my bed, its past 7 in the morning. It’s strange that the smell of my neighbor’s breakfast came up to my room. I suddenly felt some tiny growl and crumbling from beneath my stomach, this heavenly smell really does make me crave.

I crawl off my bed, totally naked, not bothering to wear anything even a boxer. It doesn’t matter though, I’m alone here anyway. I head out downstairs, straight to the kitchen. My eyes were still sore from a very long sleep.

I wasn’t aware of anything yet. I faced on the sink and splash water on my face, this should wake my still sleeping soul. I brushed my hair with my fingers and shake my head left and right like a dog waggling its hair to get dry. I stretched and yawn deeply.

“Good morning sexy!”

A very familiar voice of a grown girl came into the kitchen. To my surprise, I grabbed a plate from the sink and tried to cover the lower part of my body. I see nothing here in the kitchen to help me with my naked body now.

“You silly man!” It’s my sister, Gemma. She giggled and approached me, patting my head like a puppy. How and when did she get here? I remember sleeping alone and coming home alone. Was she already here last night? I wasn’t even aware.

“Why are you here?” I asked in annoyance. I put the plate back to the sink and walk to the dining table. I pulled a chair and sat with my other leg up. Gemma doesn’t mind me getting naked. She’s used to it.

There are two clean plates prepared on the table. Spoon, fork and bread knife are placed on the side. There’s a separate plate for the bread, bacons, and eggs. Two cups of English tea are lying on both sides of each plate.

It’s been a while since I had a real breakfast like this. And again, I’m with Gemma, cooking bacon and eggs for me, which is somewhat a good thing.

I reached for the bacon and bread with my bare hands, ignoring the spoon and fork. I placed to strips of bacon on top of a slice of bread and top it with another slice of bread, then get a huge bite on it.

“So, how’s your life here being alone?” she said as she sat down on the chair in the other corner of the table and started to eat her breakfast as well. “I bet you’re always on your lazy ass.”

“Why did you come here?” I said with my mouth full.

“Don’t you want me here? Well then, spit out all of my bacons!” she teased.