JUST FOR YOU

《7》A Kiss!

We got to the apartment a few minutes past one a.m. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a well-furnished sitting room. To the right of the room was a 65-inch flat-screen Samsung television sitting on a TV stand that was white and black with a glossy top. The walls were painted white, and the floors were covered with black marble tiles.

There was a brown fluffy rug, and on top of it was a round table in the centre of the sitting room. The sofas were leather and were also black and white, with some throw pillows. Attached to the ceiling was a silver chandelier with five lamp holders that held white and yellow bulbs. There were also two air conditioners sitting on opposite sides of the room.

The apartment was spotlessly clean.

I wondered how a student could afford such an expensive apartment and still make it look clean and comfortable.

He spread his hands, "Welcome to our humble abode." His mouth curved into a smile. It made me feel like he was proud of the apartment.

Humble? Did he just say humble? There was nothing humble about this. It was way over-the-top for a student. I rambled in my brain.

I smiled back at him. "Thank you."

Was he living with his parents? I thought to myself and then proceeded to ask, "Our?"

"Umar and I live here together." He answered.

Oh! What a relief!

"Oh," I said, nodding slowly.

"Goodnight, Janette, and welcome to our house." Umar and Miriam exclaimed before dragging their tired selves to a room on the left side of the sitting room.

"Let's go into my room." Vincent said to me, leading the way to the room beside the one Miriam and Umar entered, but the door was adjacent to theirs and faced the living room entrance.

The room we entered was huge, but not as huge as the sitting room. There was a well-laid bed with about four pillows on it in the centre of the room. The walls were painted blue. I noticed that one side of the room had purple curtains hanging from top to bottom. I later discovered that side had no wall, just glass and a balcony with which you could view the city and streets nearby. On each side of the bed were two small shelves, one of which held a lamp. There was also a chair and a table littered with books.

Hmmm, a reader! I noted, obviously intrigued by it.

He had two wardrobes beside each other, one for clothes and the other for shoes. He had a lot of shoes, maybe fifty pairs. Okay, not fifty; let's say twenty-five pairs, and I barely had eight pairs.

Who was this guy, and why did he have so much money? I wondered.

When I was done taking in the scene of the apartment, I commented. "You have a really nice apartment."

He grinned. "Thanks; I know it's quite over the top, but I'd do anything to make it feel homely." After a brief pause, he continued, "You can have the bed; I'll sleep in the sitting room."

"No, no, you can join me. I mean, there's enough room for the both of us. So, sleeping alone makes me feel selfish." I drew in a long breath; I was so tired.

Though I'd really like to have this soft, yummy bed all to myself, I inwardly licked my lips, but I couldn't let him sleep in the sitting room.

But you know it's his fault that you're here.

Yeah, but I don't want to stay here alone.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, let me know." He added.