Chapter 8

Alarm, tatata… Wake up the time is 6 o'clock, tatata.. Wake up the time is 6 o'clock, the third ringing time he jumps up from sleep.

Yeah, I'm good now what a deep sleep, he breathed deeply and stretched his arms and his waist.

He picks up his wristwatch and wears it, and grab one of his old ruget shoes, and wears it with a black T-shirt, yes I am good to go.

He quickly takes his glasses cases with his debit card, and jamb the door.

Heyyy… I am going to the touch life viewing center

The taxi paused and carried him.

Driver, I'm okay here, he alighted and cross the busy road.

Now as he enters the viewing yard, he meets with one of his old and childhood friend, who is this what are you doing here?

The old friend looks deeply into his eyes fuck is this a dream? He hit his head, I feel the pain this is real.

They both laugh and hugged themselves, longest time one of them says, yes no see no call.

So how are you doing the old friend asked, though you are not looking bad but good I