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HER ADDICTION

What do you think you are doing?' She abruptly stood to her feet, pushing the man away from her. 'And who are you? What are you doing in my house and kitchen?' The unknown man rose to his feet, wearing a puzzled look. "Your house? Your kitchen?" "Yes," Nino tried to sound confident even though mere looking at him sent cold blood down her spine. "A burglar won't be treating himself to dinner so who the heck are you?" "I should be asking you this," his cold impassive voice came again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" After being cheated on by her boyfriend. Nino learnt her house has been sold to a complete stranger, the news of her parent's house being sold by the man her parents borrowed a loan from and couldn't pay back before their death. The news hit Nino Peterson to the core. She swore to take back her parent's house but when she realized the amount the man bought her house, she knew she couldn't pay him on time or send him packing either. So the two reached a compromise that she will still live in her parent's house until she was able to pay back the amount the man paid on her house. But will she be able to live under the same roof with a man knowing he's a complete stranger and the atmosphere will not be the same anymore? And when she also learns the truth about the man living under the same roof with her, would she be able to deal with it?

Jane_Chunli · Urban
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AN UNIMPORTANT BEING

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We spent the night cleaning the whole basement. We talked and laughed about so many stuff. And it was a whole new feeling like I wasn't expecting him to be this interactive. He's always mean and cold towards me but here we are chatting like long-time friends, to be honest, I didn't want this night to end.

I kept taking glances at him and at each glance, I feel this tug in my heart. The unusual feeling in me. I looked over to a small wooden cupboard, on it was my parent's picture with me included. It was old, dirty and cobwebs dangled from every corner. Tears sting my eyes as I wiped off the dust on the surface. I sniff back the tears, waving off the sad emotions that were about to ride in. I place it in the trash nylon bag I brought in with me.

"You are throwing that away?" He walks close to me and picks up the old picture which has a crack on the screen. "It's still good you know, you just have to change the screen. The picture still looks good."

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