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IT IS NOT ABOUT LOVE

GREG:

I took my car keys and walked into everyone in the living room.

Granny stood with a glass of milk, aiming to bring me breakfast. Rose in her uniform, combines her meal with creating social media reels. Dad is out to his office and Mum, looking nowhere ready for work, sits with her tablet, scrolling through and fro.

“Greg?” Granny announced my presence and everyone nimbled to scan me.

“Good morning.” I made a general greeting and took the glass cup from Granny. “Thank you.”

Mr. Nazit and his nearby subordinates looked so pleased to see me and so were the few housekeepers at reach.

It has been days of dwelling in my room. My sudden appearance had them treating me like the Lazarus. It is not very pleasant to see that reaction, but I appreciate they missed me.

Although no one bothered to knock me out of my room during that time, Granny didn’t fail to widen my door on every meal of the day in fear I starve in solidarity.

“You are quite dressed,” Mum couldn’t hide her joy. “Come, sit
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