A Certain Man's Idyllic Morning

I woke up at eight in the morning. Combed my hair, brushed my teeth, took a bath, and wore my suit before going to the kitchen for breakfast.

The kitchen was quite messy since it's not taken care of—not that it bothers me. Heck, it isn't even mine. Anyway, after rummaging through the disordered kitchen, I finally found a treasure. A single piece of white, soft, and fluffy bread without a speck of mold in it.

I placed it in a toaster at the corner, got myself a cup of instant coffee, and then I put on my newest favorite apron before proceeding to have my breakfast.

As I was about to take a bite, I heard a loud bang on the wall. I was startled by it that I actually dropped my one and only piece of toast on the unwashed saucer containing tabasco sauce that was left by my friend last night.

For a whole five seconds, I stared at it blankly.

I'm already scheduled to visit my neighbors later after watching a 4D film at the nearby theatre.

However, I hate hot stuff.

I also hate to skip meals.

I don't have anything on the fridge right now.

Actually, I do not have a fridge.

And my neighbor's getting noisier by the second.

Right. Change of plan. The movie could wait.

So, I decided to go visit and tell them a piece of my mind.

I knocked on the door three times—since I am a courteous person. The banging on the wall stopped for a moment, and I heard footsteps approaching the door.

A large man with a large, round belly and bulging eyes angrily opened the door and before I could even say a word, he started screaming at my face.

Ah, awesome choice of words. I have never heard most of the curses that he used. I'd better remember them for reference.

I smiled at him and greeted him 'Good morning'. Then I asked him if it's possible to be a little bit discreet since he's troubling other tenants such as myself. I also told him that I lost my breakfast and if he could at least give some compensation for it.

As I finished talking, the man looked at me from head to toe. I gulped.

Shit.

I forgot to take off my apron.

Then he laughed.

Ah, it's probably because a grown-up man in a suit like me is wearing a frilly green apron. But how can I not like this masterpiece? Winnie the Pooh is just too cute.

My neighbor invited me in—grabbing my hand, even.

Wow. As I thought, I like this apartment. The tenants are so easy to talk to. It's a shame that it's up for demolition, and I wasn't really a resident here.

When I finally entered the room, there were about six men inside, including the big guy. Most of them were also wearing a suit, not as tasteful as mine, but a proper suit nonetheless.

However, one of them was sleeping in the middle. He must have been overworked to be in such a state that he even managed to nap while sitting on a wooden chair, and without touching his breakfast. Pitiful.

I walked closer to the sleeping guy because I wanted to carry him to the bed so that he could rest properly. However, the guys stopped me from doing so.

I asked them to let me take care of the guy, but they only laughed at me. Hmm, these guys sure loved to laugh, huh?

So I talked to them a while longer, trying to convince them that rest and proper meals are important.

While I was talking, the large guy came up to me. It seems like he wanted to do a fist bump. At last, one of them is quite agreeable. Although I'm not sure why a fist bump is necessary, I accepted, and did it.

Then another one had offered me a drink. It's just too bad that I don't drink liquor from a bottle. So I returned it to him.

One of them must've heard me when I said that I haven't had my breakfast yet. He gave me a steak knife, perhaps he wanted me to take a bite on the meat that was on the dining table. Then again, I am currently trying to be a vegetarian. So I refused and fed him a piece of meat instead.

The other men seemed to be intent on giving me something to eat. One wanted me to take a seat, and the other wanted me to drink coffee. I refused both of them. I do not like cappuccino, and I'm not comfortable sitting on a stool.

As I was busying myself into refusing them thoroughly, the guy who had a lot of weird drawings peeking on his neck, brought out a firecracker.

I'm not a fan of a firecracker. It hurts when it hits.

So before he could even use it, I snatched it away from him and fired a couple of sparks on him to make my point.

Without me noticing, it was already nine, and I still haven't eaten anything.

Ah… I guess I'll have breakfast at the company.

So I called my assistant and have her buy me a meal.

…

A few hours later, the news about the missing CEO of Sansong Group spread like wildfire.

"According to the Police, they had received a tip from an anonymous person about the location of the kidnapper's hideout. To their surprise, all of the kidnappers were all dead and bathing in a sea of blood with deformed arms and legs. But miraculously, although the CEO was beaten up, he was found alive on a bed that was eerily well-kept and was eating a hot vegetable bun!"

"However, the CEO said that he couldn't seem to recall the face of the person who saved him. He only remembered the last thing he heard from the said savior: Never skip meals!"