My Only Sunshine

chapter 18 : Accidents Happen

//Singapores' POV

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Just as long as the walk was from the dormitories to the automotive class, it was a long walk back to the dormitories from the automotive class. Yet, like a gentleman, Mr. Greg walks with us the whole way back; carrying the car parts.

"Terima kasih again for your help amd company, Mr. Greg." I said.

He reminded me of Philippines as he smiled in response. "Anytime, miss Singapore. And good luck on that science project."

"You too."

And with that, he went on his way back to his own dorm just down the hall.

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Philippines was in his dorm, working on a yellow ginger tye-dye experiment for that big science project with Malaysia and Indonesia.

Well, mostly with Indonesia. Indonesia was helping him out with their project; indomie by his side; fresh out of the pan.

Malaysia was in the kitchen, downing his milo sachés quickly, one cup at a time. Philippines looked over to him and sighed sadly. "Mal..."

Malaysia ignored him, so Philippines tried to call out to him again, but Indonesia gave him a signal not to.

"I know Mal rarely ever gets this upset. But, when he does, you know very well that binge drinking on milo is the best alternative to drinking alcohol for him. So let's make this easier for him, and give him space."

Philippines stared and blinked a few times at Indonesia.

"What?" Indonesia asked.

"Y-You're capable of being the voice of r-reason?"

Indonesia slapped Philippines on the upper left arm.

"Aray!" Philippines yelped, before rubbing the area with his right hand.

Indonesia sighed. "I'll get myself some marjan in the fridge real quick. Want some, Phil?"

Philippines gave him a smile for his consideration and shook his head. "No thanks, I'm good. Oh, but while you're at it, get some more yellow ginger from the fridge as well, please?" He asked.

Indonesia nodded, stood up, and went to the fridge. As he passed by Malaysia, he saw him refill his mug with a nearby water pitcher and opened yet another saché of milo.

Indonesia can only give him a quick glance of sympathy before continuing on.

When he got to the fridge, he opened it and quickly saw his marjan, so he took a bottle out and looked for some yellow ginger. But after a few minutes of digging in the fridge, Philippines called out for him from the lounge.

"Hoy, Indo, what's taking so long?"

"I think... we're out of yellow ginger..."

"Are you serious? We only tye-dyed one shirt!" Philippines exclaimed before he facepalmed. "Alright, looks like I'll have to make a quick trip to the campus supermarket." He said and stood up. But Indonesia yelled at him to sit back down from the kitchen.