MORNING FIGHT

I annoyingly grab the buzzing phone under the duvet beside me and swipe up the receiver button without checking the caller. I slept for a few minutes to three minutes because we had a long and heated talk with Deep. I don't really get this guy, and I hope that things will take a turn from the direction they are taking.

"Hello!" I greet the person on line, and Paul's voice comes from the receiver's end. "Hello, detective! What's up?" I ask.

"They approved the permit to exhume the bodies." My heart jumps, then it stops right after. What if... just what if? I shake off the butts from my head. This is it. This is the only way to solve my father's misery. He must be there. Where else could they have taken him? Ajay assured us that this was the only place where everyone Ejay killed was buried. The desert in which the main club was built is where he dumped all the bodies. It will be a hard task, I know, but I will give it all the time. I will finally be able to give my father a decent burial.

"When are you commencing?" I ask.

"As soon as possible. We just need a few preparations that will take a day or two." Paul says.

"Alright Paul. Keep me updated." I say.

"I sure will. Good day!"

"Good day! Bye!" The thought of seeing my father's dead body doesn't rest with me, I guess. I want to tuck myself under the warm woolen duvet and sleep over this news, but I just can't. I am one person who doesn't know how to just rest on a bed looking at the ceiling or building castles in the air. Either I am asleep or asleep, and that is not the case now. All the drowsiness I had before that call is gone now.

I kick the duvet off and get out of bed, despite my restlessness. A cup of lemon and honey coffee does magic in this kind of situation. I walk out, my eyes landing on the room that is directly opposite this one. It's Deep's room. Today I am leaving his house, despite his plea to stay. How can I stay? As what? His friend? Tsk! As long as we are in the friend zone, I have no reason to stay. We can always visit each other and grab a cup of coffee every time we want to catch up. We can also become friends with benefits if that is all he wants. Can I handle that? Trash thatshit!. I have become so addicted to him. Maybe this love I feel for this guy is really turning into an obsession. I can't imagine myself without him. Every time we make love, I tell myself that this is the last time. I will say no to him next time. But all there has been is another chance to fall for him again and again. Mind-blowing sex has become an endless cycle. What are we? Sex partners? What am I? His toy?

They say you cannot run from love, but I am daring to, despite my desire to be close to him. Instead of having a hot temptation with me all through the night, I think all I need is to sit down with a very cold drink in the middle of the night and have a serious talk with my heart. That will chill my heart and all the cells and senseless nerves in me. Better still, it should turn everything into ice, so that whenever I see him, I will not melt down. I can't be obsessed. I can't afford to break down at this point in my life. I can handle this. I will handle this the best way I see fit.

I walk downstairs, and my sin sits at the dining table, his face buried on his laptop. I walk to him to say hi before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Or perhaps breakfast for both of us? It will be a good way to say goodbye. Goodbye? That sh*t hurt!

"Good morning!" I greet him, standing in front of him.

He looks up, and for the first time since I met him, he has eye bags, and he looks so flat. It's like he is not happy to see me. No, maybe it's the eye bags that are giving him this look. Did he even sleep at all last night?

"Morning!" He greets, taking his eyes back to the laptop. Is he trying to ignore me? Yeah! This is the only thing that can explain this. So this is it? He just doesn't differ with my decision; he is now angry too. Why? I don't have the right to make my own decisions. Oh man, you know what? Suit yourself!

I stomp out of his sight and go to the kitchen, opting for a cup of hot, steaming coffee while I prepare breakfast. At least I owe him the decency to leave his house in peace. I don't understand why he is making things so difficult. I don't want him to understand my reasons if he can't. We can't always agree on everything, right? I get that. What baffles me is why he can't respect my decision. Is it so hard? I already have an arrogant brat of a sister to deal with. I can't accommodate a jerk! I'm not going to kill myself over people who don't want to understand me. People who want to crucify me for the sins I don't know.

"Shit!" I spit the coffee in the sink and rinsed my mouth. Jeez! Why does this freaking coffee have to be so damn hot? Damn it! Or is it damn him? I take a small ice cube and throw it in my mouth to cool my tongue. This is what I get for engrossing my stupid mind with this son of a woman. As long as the name Deep is lingering in my mind, as long as he is around, everything else evaporates, including my senses. He turns me into a complete idiot!

"Are you okay?" Oh! Now he cares? Nice. I roll my eyes at his stupid question and continue chopping my broccoli. Don't worry, he didn't see that annoying childish act of rolling my eyes because I didn't turn to face him. When did he even get in? He holds my shoulders from behind, but today I commend my anger because I am not melting in his touch. I should probably stay mad at him to be able to control myself. "Are you mad at me?" He asks, grabbing my hand to stop me from venting my anger on the blameless broccoli and chopping board.

"No. Can you stop disturbing me now? I need to finish this so I can leave already. I see my presence is beginning to bother you so much." The anger in me speaks.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I turn to have a good look at him. Nonsense? I feel like killing him already, and he is adding to it.

"I want to leave your house in peace, and I am kindly asking you not to make it hard for me." He looked at me for a whole decade, his eyes scanning mine one at a time, as if they both held different looks or contradicting messages. He then nods his head once, and he walks out.