Neighbor, Really?!

Neighbor, Really?! 3.0

Jack took a deep breath, smelled the fresh morning air on the weekend, his right hand held the painting chair and palette, the left hand held the canvas stand and the paintbrush was safe in his mouth.

He walked through the driveway and stopped right at the side of the road in front of his house. He felt that he was in the right place to paint, the beautiful morning sky, the air that wasn't mixed with pollution yet and the birds singing beautifully. Made inspiration easily come-

"Good morning, neighbor!" Greeted a voice.

Jack looked around and his brows frowned when he saw Kristoff was walking towards him. Jack sighed heavily and began to arrange the chair and the canvas stand into right position.

"What a beautiful morning to paint, isn't it?" Said Kristoff. Stopped beside Jack and took a deep breath with arms open wide.

"You're just like a cockroach, it keeps on appearing." Muttered Jack, put his paint on the side of his chair. Not paying attention to Kristoff's existence, Jack started getting ready to arrange his equipment, sorting and choosing suitable colours and pouring them on the palette.

"Look, jack. I'm still thinking about what we talked about last night, about the ping pong table, I mean. I'm absolutely sure that you are wrong." Kristoff said without warning. His hands on his waist and stared at the Jack seriously. He felt that the Jack theory, did not apply to him and his wife.

Jack grabbed his paintbrush and thought for a moment. He just wanted to show Kristoff that his theory was based on his experiences so far.

"Okay. How about this. What if I could guess the words that will come out from Anna's mouth? Word after word." He moved his paintbrush every time he spoke. He really looked like a music conductor.

"Oh, you can predict the future now? Jack, you're a painting teacher, not a world-class clairvoyant." Kristoff said as a matter-of-factly.

Jack ignored Kristoff and waved his paintbrush again. "There are three sentences that will come out from Anna's mouth. The first, are you sure you will buy a ping pong table that expensive?" Jack began, mimicking Anna's voice. "Secondly, won't you regret it later? It's not like you will use it every day anyway? Third, I don't think we should buy that ping pong table first. We still need many other things. We just bought a new house, right?" Jack ended his sentence with a smile as sweet as sugar.

"That's it, Kristoff." Jack pointed the paintbrush toward Kristoff for the finishing touch.

Kristoff burst out laughing, thinking Jack's words were nonsense. Made Jack frown.

"Why are you laughing?"

"What did you just say, Jack? Listen, I do not believe in your predictions at all." Kristoff laughed again. But over time, his laughter evaporated and Jack's grin widened. Kristoff began to be influenced by Jack's words until finally Kristoff stopped laughing and his expression turned nervous.

"Are you sure that it will turn out like that?"

"Remember the words of the world-class clairvoyant." Jack pointed at himself with his paintbrush and smiled triumphantly.

Meanwhile, Kristoff's mood had changed one hundred and eighty degrees and his confidence was almost lost in the wind like a dandelion dying to fly.

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Anna was opening the box and took out its contents, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps entering the living room. Anna turned her head and saw sulky looking Kristoff.

"Hey, you!" Said Anna cheerfully, and when Anna didn't get an answer from Kristoff who was now sitting at the coffee table, Anna knew that her husband was in a bad mood.