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2025-04-01 10:45:46The beams of sunlight shot through the window into my face, and dragged me from a heavy slumber.I groaned and opened my eyelids with sort of difficulty. As I tried to rise, a lightning bolt would wind its way between my temples—a cruel reminder of the night before
"What the hell happened?" Confusion engulfed me. This wasn't my room. A man made it with the sterile modern designs and minimalist furniture screaming 'not mine.' Panic started to tickle my consciousness. I hurriedly checked my clothes. I was clothed- simple white shirt with grey sweatpants. Still, the question gnawed on me; how? “Tell me that I didn't have a one-night stand, please.” There was a woman with her arms crossed and leaning against the door frame when it creaked and opened. She wore a dark blue shirt with white sweatpants. The long cascade of black hair draped down her shoulders, while her facial expression did not suggest that very friendly. "You awake, huh? You can leave now," she informed, her tone abbreviated. I couldn't stop glaring at her, though, even as I stood there taking in everything that was in my head from those dispersed memories. She replied, "Even if you stare at me in that way, I won't melt." I stood there in a daze as she pushed herself away from the doorframe and left, and I could hear a hint of annoyance in her voice. "How rude," I muttered. With that throbbing in my head, I swung my legs off and stood. I go out the room, only to find her casually sipping something from a mug on the sofa. ‘Doesn't she know how to cook?’ I thought, my stomach growling. "If you're going to ask me if I cook, think again. I just don't have guests," she mentioned, eye still holding on to the mug. ‘Is she reading my mind?’ "By the way, I can't read minds. Your expression is just very...obvious," she added, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Okay, whatever you say." "Now, please leave. I have things to do," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "Is this how all your guests are treated?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I walked toward her kitchen to find coffee. I opened cupboards to find nothing but an instantly dissolvable chocolate drink. Sigh. Sweet drinks are not my cup of tea. But so be it. I prepared the 'swismiss' and walked to the living room, occupying a single sofa. "After you're done, you may take your leave," she reminded me sharply. "Are you really that eager to toss me out of your house?" I asked and took a quick sip of my lukewarm drink. She shrugged, taking another sip of her own beverage. She was completely composed but something about her felt... off. "I told you not to stare. You might make it a habit," she dryly declared. Full of herself. The air inside the condo was as cool as her personality. Her condo was surprisingly stylish, thin and minimalist gray and white. Actually, that would be more of a guy's style. Most women would just fill it with all sorts of decorations. ‘Perhaps it doesn't even belong to her. Or perhaps she's a tomboy.’ The ringing phone shattered the charged silence. Sensing an incoming barrage, she picked up. "Oh? What else?" she barked. "Tell Mrs. 'Alcantara' that her son is safe here," she said, casting a glance at me. "Yes."..."Don't worry, he's fine."..."Mom! I didn't do anything!"..."Well, he didn't end up in the hospital! I just gave him a few bruises. He's being dramatic."..."He brought it upon himself; that's why I went after him."..."Okay, bye!" ‘Who's she talking about-me?’ "What kind of face is that?" Her voice held a mocking edge. "Finish that drink before it gets cold, it might come in handy." I returned to the drink, trying to ignore the questions gnawing at me. What happened last night? And who dressed me? Should I ask her or not? "By the way, in terms of already asking. Forget it. You weren't in anything last night. These clothes are yours to keep," she got in on my thoughts. "What happened with that, by the way?" I asked, my voice going nearly inaudible again. Heaving a deep sigh, she brought forth another round of drink to her lips "I assure you; if you ever discover what transpired last night, you would never come out of your house ever again." "Alright, now that you have practically told me not to ask any more questions, I think I'll give you my back," I was on my feet, slowly becoming intolerable of her attitude. She also stood up to face him. "That was the cleverest thing you have said all morning," she said, giving him a slight tap on his shoulder. ‘Unbelievable.’ She handed my car keys back to me. Apparently, she had pulled them from my pants. As I recalled when going to the bar last night I left it there, so my car would probably still be there. I took a taxi to the bar, trying to remember where I had parked. By the time I got there, my car was gone. "Um, sir, we're closed," came a voice from somewhere within the bar. "Uh, did you see a car parked somewhere here?" I asked. The man frowned, looking around. "Sorry, but none was around here before. We would have noticed." "Oh, okay. Thanks," I said, walking away. ‘So someone stole my car? Wonderful. Now another taxi ride, just what I needed.’ My mother was calling just as I found a taxi. "Hello! Big boy!" "Yes, Mom!" "Are you busy? Can you visit us?" "Sure." "Alright, baby! Btw, your fiancé is joining us for dinner." "Huh? The Andal girl?" "Ouhm... Yes, I have to go. Bye, baby." "Okay, Mom, bye!" Cutting the call at that, she hung up. I ordered the driver around to my destination, and when I got to my parents' house, I buzzed the doorbell while I waited for the guard to open it. "Good morning, señorito!" he greeted me. "Where's Mom?" I asked. "Inside, señorito," he replied. I nodded and went inside. The maids bowed in salutation as I passed. "Head maid, where's Mom?" I asked her. Before she could respond, Mom's voice came. "Good morning, baby!" She came forward to kiss my cheek. "Mom, I'm grown. Stop calling me baby," I reminded her. "Ahh... On the other hand, you will always be my baby," she said in playful disapproval, "even when you become an old man." "Anyway, I am a little tired. I'll go up to my room," I said while walking toward the stairs. "Okay baby. Rest. I'll call your friends over later," she shouted after me, but I didn't reply. Straight into the bathroom for that shower: thank God Mom didn't notice my clothes because had she, I would have had a hundred questions fired at me.
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