Eps. 22 – First Rejection

(Davendra)

I threw the gray velvet blanket up to my feet. Then I sat and looked around. Still quiet. There was no fuss either in the kitchen or in the bathroom. Usually, Citra is already noisy in the kitchen or the bathroom. I always sleep in front of the TV, on the couch. I walked to the balcony and opened the window. The morning air that comes in makes my mood always good. Unintentionally, I yawned twice. In between yawning, Citra opened the door to her room. Her looks and hair are tousled. Her face without make-up always makes my skin crawl because her face is always beautiful like that, especially if you speak with different expressions.

"OMG." She was surprised when I emerged from the balcony and approached her.

"Hi."

"You were here last night?" she asked as she entered the bathroom. What she usually does.

"Yes. I'll be here at half past three." I answered. My voice is screaming because she's in the bathroom. Cit