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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?

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MURKY MEMORY

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9 pm, I glanced at the time on my phone on the counter but she wasn't yet home. The incident that took place in the morning was still raw in my memory. It wasn't her who crossed the line, I was. Why couldn't I think of the crucial thing- that she got a boyfriend? However, the question that left me puzzled is that if she got one, why not go live with him? Ladies are fond of living with their boyfriends, why not her?

I waved the curiosity off. I made up my mind to give her a piece of my mind when she returns. The idea of her friends barging into my house is the term I don't want anymore. It's high time I set more boundaries for her. Whatever familiar feeling I feel towards her needs to stop. I channel my attention on the food I was making and for some reason I'm missing homemade food.