The next morning, I woke up early for some unknown reason. I didn't get much sleep last night because I thought about the last words Zandy said to me. It keeps coming back to my mind as if there is a hidden message there.
'I'm ok, Miles I can't sleep in your room, I'm afraid.' I shook my head to get it out of my mind. Why am I still thinking about that?
I sat on the bed and looked around and I didn't see Zandy there, indeed, he didn't sleep there. "Where the hell did that bastard sleep?" I said in a low voice. The blanket that he was supposed to use was still on the ground.
It took me a few minutes before I decided to leave the room and I was surprised to find Zandy on the sofa. He's sleeping and I could see that he's not comfortable with his position. His body was bent because she was too tall for the sofa. He was struggling with his position. I didn't understand myself but I felt pity for him. But why should I feel that, well, he chose to sleep there?
I blinked and slowly approached Zandy who was still asleep. Later, he slapped his leg so that maybe there's something biting him. When I got close to him, I stopped and watched him. No matter what my mind says, I still feel pity for him. Especially when I remembered that he had just recovered from an injury and his back wasn't recovered yet.
I sighed. "Why are you so stubborn?" I asked in a low voice. "I insisted you to sleep in the room but you chose to sleep here," I added.
I scratched the back of my neck. I don't know if I should wake him up or just leave him in that position. It was also obvious that he was just sleeping. I raised my hand to pat him, but I pulled it back immediately due to confusion. But later I decided to wake him up. I slowly brought my hand closer to him and patted him gently.
"Oh!" he grunted softly and changed position. He lay down on the sofa and folded his arms. I stared at his handsome face which was now so innocent in all things. I didn't realize that the smile on my lips curved slightly so I immediately stopped it. I closed my eyes and shook my head then raised my hand again.
At that time, I tapped him harder but it still did not affect him. I pushed harder until my eyes widened at what happened next. I couldn't move when Zandy suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled it down, causing my body to come closer to him. I almost fell but luckily the sofa was there.
I hold my breath as I see only a few inches between our faces. I saw Zandy's face up close as if every detail of it was imprinted on my mind. His face is very smooth up close and his eyes are even more attractive.
"What are you doing to me, Miles?" Zandy asked, his face serious as he looked at my face. Even though he just woke up, his breath still doesn't stink.
I have no words to answer. I feel stiff and losing strength, especially as I feel his body on me. I swallowed and heard it. "I'm sorry," I stammered apologetically.
"Don't do this to me again, Miles, I might do something to you," he said weakly. His raspy voice stung my ear which brought me a strange feeling that was enough to make my hair stand up on my body. He was still holding my arm as if energy was flowing through me.
I nodded. "O-Ok, n-not again," I said. I mustered the courage and body to stand up properly and take my hand back from him but I had not done so when I heard Mom's voice.
"OMG! I'm sorry, for the inconvenience. Alright, please continue what you two are doing, ok? I'll be back if you're done with each other," said Mom in shock, which was immediately replaced by joy and happiness witnessed and she wants us to continue what we are doing. Mom quickly disappeared and entered the room.
I moved quickly and got away from Zandy which I did immediately. I saw him get up. He winced and patted his back. I felt sorry for him.
"How's your back?" I asked shyly.
"Don't worry, Miles I'm fine my back just hurt a little because the sofa is too short," he replied casually without looking at me.
"Next time, don't you dare to wake me up when I'm sleeping, ok? I'm not used to being woken up by tapping, I get surprised and I do something bad. You're lucky because that's all that was done," he explained to me.
He has that attitude. That's why he was so surprised earlier when I patted him. I nodded and snorted. "Ok," I just answered.
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SINCE Zandy and I got back to our own house, we didn't talk again as if we were back to square one. I don't know why he seems to be avoiding me. He didn't look at me too much either. Maybe I just forgot that we are just pretending to be good at home.
I sighed while sitting on the sofa and Zandy was upstairs. He has been there for a while and has no intention of going down. We already had lunch there at home so we didn't even bother to eat here.
Mom and Dad didn't stop us from having fun because Mom saw Zandy's position on the sofa. They also said that everything seems to have gone faster than they thought. They are very happy as if they are sure that what they want will happen.
Later I heard Zandy's footsteps. I saw him wearing a polo shirt while wearing pants and sneakers. Where is he going? I don't know why I want to know.
"Where are you going?" I asked like a wife asking questions.
"I'm gonna meet Ton, today. Why are you asking, my wife?" He asked.
I narrowed my eyes at what he said. It seems like a while ago, he didn't pay attention to me. But whether I admit it or not, I felt something strange about what I heard. Something tickles my core. "My wife? Stop acting, Zandy we are here in our own house and there are no more watching eyes," I protested.
"But you're acting like a real wife, Miles," he returned.
My eyes rolled. "Whatever, Zandy, just go and meet your boyfriend," I said. I leaned back on the sofa and didn't look at him anymore.
"Ok, I'm gonna meet my boyfriend today," I heard him say as he walked away and the sound of the door closing.
I took a breath. I don't understand Zandy's attitude, she's like a woman with a changeable mood. Sometimes, kind, and sometimes not. It's like weather that tomorrow will be rainy and the next day will be hot. Heist! He's hard to understand.