30 DAYS WITH U
7. "LOVER" WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR 2

He saved me again. But the way he saved me got me into another problem. Now how do I explain to people that this man is not my lover? That sentence appeared in Keila's mind when she saw her hand that was still tightly grasped by Andra since coming out of the elevator. But wait, didn't this matter come because he started it? Damnit. 

Upon arriving at the door of Keila's apartment, Andra released her hand in Keila's hand and made Keila realize that she had arrived in front of her apartment. Quickly, Keila untied the coiled jacket around her waist and returned the jacket to the owner. 

“Te-thank you for this,” Keila said with a little reluctance while giving a jacket to Andra. 

“Other times do not wear short clothes again when out of the apartment. I don't like it when people stare at your body with lustful gazes.” 

Hearing her unusual words, Keila froze for a moment and soon panicked. “A-I only wear pants with a length slightly above the knee.” 

“It's too short. People can see your beautiful legs and I don't like that.”

“But you also see it now, Andra!” keila panicked to hear Andra's words. “What's the difference between you and those people?” 

“I'm an exception, because I'm your lover.” 

Hearing the word “lover” again, Keila's eyes rounded and enlarged. Keila threw a sharp glare towards Andra. “Since you said lover, baby, didn't I tell you I'm not your lover?” 

“I'm hungry!” Andra tried to divert her conversation with Keila. “Please breakfast for me as payment for this jacket.” 

He did it again. Asking for something he did for me when I didn't ask for it. Keila narrowed her eyes towards Andra with a question mark filled look. “What do you really want, Andra? This jacket. . . I didn't ask her to put it on my body. Then yesterday, I did not forbid you to call me your lover because of the situation we both faced. But now our situation is different. There is no reason for me to be your lover, Andra.” 

Andra drew closer to Keila with an intimidating look returning Keila's gaze, “Tell me if you can't cook. Why talk at length if you can't cook??” 

Keila rounded her eyes to hear Andra's words that seemed to demean her. “Whose word can I not cook??? I'll prove that I can cook.” 

Keila then turned around and entered the password of her apartment door. After the door opened, Keila pulled Andra's hand and pulled Andra into her apartment. “Let's go in and taste the dishes I'll cook for you.” 

Keila invites Andra to her apartment to prove that she can cook. But once the circumstances of his apartment, Keila really regretted having posed in front of Andra. Damnit. I forgot that my apartment looks like a ship broke. Keila cursed in her heart while patting her own head looking at the state of her apartment. 

“I-this. .” Andra had difficulty describing the state of Keila's apartment she was looking at. “Have you just been robbed?” 

Keila glanced at Andra and saw a small smile on her lips. Keila knew that the word rob that appeared in Andra's question was a form of his insinuation to Keila.

 “I am not a robber but this is how my apartment is. Like a ship broke.” Keila glanced again at Andra and saw Andra laughing little at Keila's reply. 

“You're right. This situation is indeed true if you call it a broken ship rather than a robbery.” 

Keila took her hand off Andra's hand and tidied up her clothes and books lying on her couch. “Sit here and wait for me to cook breakfast.”

“Ya.” 

Keila walks into her kitchen and opens her refrigerator while looking for groceries for her breakfast and breakfast for Andra. “What do you want to eat, Andra? You used to have breakfast with bread or rice?” 

“Nasi.” 

“Then we cook this only.” Keila then took some vegetables, chicken meat, sausages and eggs from inside her refrigerator. A simple cuisine suddenly appeared in Keila's mind and Keila quickly started her cooking activities. An hour later Keila's cooking was ready: capcay with chicken cutouts, fried sausage and beef-eye eggs. 

“It's mature, Andra.” Keila called out to Andra with a proud look. 

Andra came and sat down in front of Keila and immediately tasted Keila's cuisine, especially Keila's capcay. 

“How?” asked Keila with sparkling eyes.

“Still edible.”

Damnit. Keila cursed irritatedly while taking her spoon to taste her own cooking capcay. But after tasting his homemade capcay, Keila did not feel any strange taste in his cooking even this capcay his cooking this time really has a perfect taste. 

“Wasting food is a big sin, don't you know?” Andra replied in a relaxed tone while eating her food voraciously. 

“I know it.” Keila answered while eating her food and occasionally stole a look towards Andra who was eating quietly and looking voraciously. His mouth said the taste of this food was bad but he ate it voraciously. He's a real bitch. 

After the breakfast together was over, Keila then quickly evicted Andra from her apartment. “Having finished breakfast, now return to your apartment!” 

“Yes, I'm going back to my apartment. But tomorrow I'll come again.” 

“Why?? For what??” Keila asked in a shouting tone in surprise at Andra's words. 

“To request breakfast again. I'll have breakfast every day here.” 

“Cannot. I'm busy.” Keila answered by lying. Keila just hopes not to see her new, shitty neighbor again. 

“Didn't you say you were suspended from your workplace for a month?” 

“How do you know? You heard my story with Mr Jamal?” Keila was surprised Andra knew that fact. 

Andra nodded her head. “Yes, I heard it. So since you don't have a job for a month, then I'll come every day for breakfast here.” 

“No.” Keila insisted on refusing. 

“Then. . What if I give you money to shop for groceries when I eat here?” 

Keila looked at Andra with a probing look. “Do you have no job?” 

“I work from home this month. So I have a lot of free time. How?” 

“How much do you pay for your food costs for a week?” Keila asked because she felt the offer was not bad. 

“What if one million per week? You can also take me shopping if you mind shopping alone. How?” 

Seeing the considerable amount of money she could earn just by cooking, Keila threw away her pride and instantly accepted the offer without any hesitation. “I agree. But you have to help me shop because shopping to eat two people is something heavy?” 

“Sure.” 

“Already, now go home! I still have to clean my apartment that looks like this broken ship.” Keila pushes Andra towards the door of her apartment and tries to get Andra out of her apartment. 

“What else should you clean?”

“My apartment, didn't you agree that my apartment is the same as the ship broke?” Keila answered quickly. 

Both of Andra's hands then touched Keila's head and made Keila's head turn to look towards her apartment. “See now! Does your apartment still look like a broken ship?” 

Keila gawked at her apartment that already looked neat and clean without realizing it. Keila really could not believe that her apartment that had looked so messy, had changed in a short time. “Since when you-“ 

Keila's door opened and when Keila turned her head again, Andra walked out of Keila's apartment before Keila finished her speech. 

“I'll ask for lunch and dinner instead.” 

Before the door closed, Keila heard Andra's screams asking for lunch and dinner in exchange for cleaning Keila's apartment. 

Unknowingly, Keila's lips smiled even though her heart was upset. Basic sucks. He did something without me asking for it and asked for his own pay. He's a real bitch.