CHAPTER EIGHT

I knocked in Kent’s door first thing in the morning.

“What do you need?” He asked with his bedroom voice after opening his door.

I froze for a while. It sounded too hot for me and the fact that he is once again topless right now adds up to that heat.

“Mmm?” I asked. I became so lost because of his presence. “Oh! Uhm, I’ll be doing the laundry today. Where are your clothes?” I asked upon waking up to my senses.

“Wait up. I’m going to get my basket,” he answered. He then went inside his room to get his basket. He then handed it to me afterwards.

“Thank you,” I uttered after I received it.

“Do you have any plans for today?” He asked when I was about to leave.

“Nothing. Why?” I asked in return.

“Just thinking of watching a movie after lunch. Maybe you’d like to join,” he offered.

“I don’t know when I will finish the laundry but sure,” I agreed.

I then proceeded to the laundry area to get started. I’ve already eaten sandwich for breakfast so I can already go on without any interruptions this morning.

They have an automatic washing machine so I shouldn’t have any trouble right now but I am so used to hand washing my clothes first before putting it on the machine to make sure that all the visible dirt are removed properly.

It took me three hours to finish all the clothes that we have because he really has a lot. I then placed the white ones first in the washing machine and left all the other clothes in separate tubs. Finally, I can go back in and chill for a moment while waiting for my first batch of laundry to finish up.

I saw Kent cooking in the kitchen when I was about to get some water. He also noticed my presence so he spoke.

“Are you done?” He asked.

“Nope. I’ve just inserted the first batch of laundry,” I answered.

“What? You took my laundry early, right?” He asked in disbelief.

“I hand washed it first to make sure the clothes are clean,” I explained. “What do we have for lunch?” I asked.

“Pork in tamarind soup. Do you want it spicy or not?” He asked.

“Not please,” I answered.

I drank a lot of water because I really sweat a lot a while ago. After drinking, I chose to stay in the kitchen and watch him cook so that I can learn.

“You suddenly have an interest in cooking, eh?” He asked when he noticed that I was watching his every step.

“I’m learning. Someone taught me yesterday,” I answered.

“I thought you went to the mall?” He curiously asked.

“I was supposed to but changed my mind last minute. I was just there in your neighbor. We played games and he taught me how to cook afterwards,” I explained. “How was your day yesterday? I went home and you were locked in your room already.”

“We had fun. Sorry that you have to clean all those mess up. I was really drunk to even go up alone,” he apologetically said.

“I’m your slave. No need to be apologetic about it,” I answered.

He’s been doing me a big favor and it’s not right for me to even complain.

“You’re cool,” he complimented me.

“Thanks,” I laughingly answered back.

“I want you to be my friend,” he then said which I really find weird. All of a sudden, he wants me to be his friend.

“Let’s see,” I simply answered and decided to go in the living room for me to avoid that kind of talk with him since I really find it awkward.

He was just acting rude the last time so it’s really weird how we suddenly realized that he wants to befriend me now.

Upon reaching the living room, I saw the novel that I left the last time so I picked it up again and continued my reading. I was enjoying the book until I heard the washing machine alarmed which meant that the first set is already finished.

I put down the book and went back to the laundry area. I first picked the clothes off the washing machine and placed the next batch inside. Afterwards, I hanged all the clothes that I’ve just finished and went back inside while waiting for the next set of clothes to be done.

I saw Kent chilling and watching a movie in the living room and when he noticed that I just came in, he invited me over for lunch.

“Hey! We can now eat,” he said.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He led the way going to the dining area.

“Washing clothes is pretty tiring. I hope this soup is enough to comfort you,” he said as he places the meal in the table.

I immediately tasted the soup and to my surprise, it is too sour as compared to what I was expecting.

“You like your pork broth to be this sour?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Don’t you like it that way?” He asked.

“I like it less sour but this may do,” I answered while I can feel my face flinching because of its extreme sourness.