"I called you, but you dropped the call. Look what mess are you in now," my friend blamed me. We are now in a cafe near the mall. "Do you know anything I did when I was drunk?" I asked desperately.She sighed deeply before looking at me with frustration. "You don't really remember what happened?" she questioned back. "Darn it, Ayesha, will I ask if there is?" I answered—annoyed before drinking my coffee.She also drank from her cup before starting the story. "I was drunk back then but I kinda remember what happened," her introduction. "You left our place, maybe to find a way for us to get home, but I was surprised when you came back with someone. Yes, it's your freaking hot husband to be.."I sat up and listened to her more. "He's supporting you, girl you look like a mess that time. HAHAHA!"
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