Simon's Relentless Misfortune

The Maserati pulled up in a basement parking lot after the driver knocked on the brakes, not to avoid accidents, just a young man behind the wheel fuming over the innocence of the car. After an expensive vehicle suddenly stops, the driver's body is somewhat jerked forward. Then...

DUUGH!

Loud noises were heard as a result of the meeting of the forehead and steering of the car. Karma's happening too fast.

Simon —the driver of the car— stroked his forehead while grimacing silently. His forehead must have been red right now. As he was starting to feel the pain in the direction of dizziness. Simon is not so impatient. He tends to be less concerned about his surroundings. Like a long line to be crossed by a stranger, a hair was found in his food, a flat tire suddenly, or water died while he was still in the foaming state of his hair. Simon chose to find another way to solve the problem of his head cold.

But now, for the first time, he felt bitter and fiery. Probably because his shit repeatedly happened for one day. What Jacob said turned out to be completely untrue. Breathing out of luck instead of throwing it away leads to bad luck. Remind Simon not to live anymore.

The smell of coffee filled the car, significantly soured, as Simon put back on his clothes that had been stained by the afternoon shower of coffee. The suntan mark was still clearly printed on some of the clothes, reminding him of the fluid hater, a tall young man —Simon could never remember the names of the people he thought were unimportant, let alone the type of intruder.

Simon thought he should cool off. The doors of the Maserati Levante opened and closed very fast —seemed to be slams— Simon walked at length, pushing his foot long enough for the man to get to the elevator basement. Push the button and wait until the door opens. Simon moved his legs unrelaxed, pacing back and forth, glancing at the screen, and occasionally pointing the arrow downward. Who in their impertinence made the elevator late to come down? Simon repeatedly pushed the button until his finger began to numb. The smell of coffee makes his mind dull. At first, he didn't like coffee, didn't like the taste of bitterness, but thanks to the annoying young fool, he had turned his view into hate.

Because of coffee and his damn scent, Simon thinks straight about that tall boy.

Simon looked up. The screen above the lift still reflected the arrow moving down. This apartment building has at least twenty floors, plus three basement floors, but Simon's lived here long enough, waiting for the elevator to never drive him out of his mind.

"Excuse me, Sir?"

Simon looked back at a janitor who seemed to have just taken out the trash (from the rubbish bin he was pushing) and pointed at the lift.

"The elevator is under repair. You could use the elevator on the third floor." The Janitor said with the typical older man's croak.

"This elevator is broken?" Simon's voice could be heard deep in his throat, he had lost words to express his annoyance, but it was evident in his face. How his eyeballs doubled in size and the prominent veins around his neck and forehead.

"Yes, the building had a power outage a few hours ago. Then, as it was suddenly turned off," explained the Janitor.

That's why there's no sign at the elevator door.

The Janitor then left Simon, who was still in shock. Complete his suffering in one day. After this, what else is going to happen? Would he accidentally trip up a flight of stairs and put him walking for a month?

Simon wanted to scream, letting out all the emotions in his head. But that's not going to work. He will be considered a lunatic running around an elite basement apartment.

Therefore, Simon began to steady his heart on something that might well be upon him. No matter what kind of shit happens to him again, he has to be ready and unsurprised.

His step felt heavy on a single step of the ladder. Simon was so profound that he had to cling to the iron handle directly from the wall to the right. His palms felt electric at low voltage when touching the cold handle iron surface.

Simon climbed the stairs one by one to the third floor. Damn it! Simon never thought coming up to the third floor would take him off his breath. His legs were shaking so tenderly that he stood up, so Simon sat his body against the wall, straightening his thin leg. Pathetic. Now the smell of coffee is mixed with the rotten acid sweat. Simon could not wait to clean himself down to the smallest part, perhaps repeating his shower ritual three times with some therapeutic aroma soap. His labor has turned cold thanks to indoor, and the air conditioner makes him unconscious even more. Simon changed his shower plans. Did he think of a warm bath with a bath bomb-smelling therapist or maybe a lemon?

Huh... just the thought of it relaxes his body a bit.

Right. The problem must be dealt with coolly head.

After restoring his strength, Simon decided to go to the elevator door far from where he now stood. A few steps and turn right at the intersection, where he can use the elevator to the tenth floor, where the apartment unit is.

Good thing nothing wrong happened to him this time. There is no such thing as tripping or slipping on a banana peel, and there is no garbage in the hallway of this elite apartment. Simon breathed a sigh of relief, and his head was no longer filled with negative thoughts. And he arrived safely at the door of his apartment.

He took out a shiny gold card and struck it on the machine next to the doorknob. Automatically, a metal door with a unique engraving opened without further pulling. Simon stepped in, and the door closed automatically. The security in this building is so heavily guarded there's never been a record of a stalker successfully following one of the occupants. CCTV cameras were on every corner and main street, which is one of the reasons Simon chose to live here.

"Alexa, take a look outside," Simon says as he unbuttons his shirt.

"Okay sir."

A flat voice broke open. Instantly the glass walls surrounding nearly half the room became transparent. Alexa's the one who gets everything Simon asks for, including smart-home management.

Simon approached the transparent glass wall, watching beyond the darkness as the night replaced the day. The metropolis is still alive, never dead, judging by the many lights in the skyscrapers and the streets below.

"Sucks..." Simon mumbled.

A human being would naturally never be satisfied, nor would Simon.

He always felt there was a tiny crack in him that was missing. Something to do with how to see the beauty of the world. Because all this time, Simon saw nothing but emptiness. Everything he had didn't help him achieve satisfaction. Simon's not dumb enough to ask what's missing because he's the only person who knows the most about this.

His heart is numb. Since I need to know when. It could have been from when he learned that his first love would never work or since he first made love to a woman. There was never any passion in him. Neither joy nor a burning sensation has he ever felt.