Adam Vs Eve's

Crazy Girl

Today is cloudy.

Not long after the pitch-black sky started raining.

Even though it was dark outside like the afternoon, I still woke up early and prepared breakfast all cooked for the afternoon. Holidays are not the same as holidays, because humans must still eat every day.

Besides me, who usually wakes up early that morning, Sara. She always wakes up quickly to make up first up to two hours. Even if not out and only at home, he still put on his makeup like a bride who wants to marry.

If you don't go to college or hang out in the mall, he's usually in the room all day with a selfie or video call with many people. I don't know what advantage he got by doing it all is still a mystery to me.

My mom's gonna wake up in the morning if there's any business in the store. If not, he will usually take care of a myriad of other online businesses in his room. He just went out to eat or to the bathroom.

Unlike them, Vira always wakes up during the day. He usually makes the thesis overnight or dates overnight. Her boyfriend lives next door but they're like less time. They've been dating since Elementary and it looks like I'm going to be Eli's sister-in-law.

Ugh, he thought it made goosebumps.

That is the situation of my home that lacks communication.

At least since my father died everything turned out like this.

My father was a very humorous man. He always gave his time to us and always involved himself in our lives.

Although I still live with my mother and two brothers, but the memories with my father are irreplaceable.

She also takes care of the house more than her mother. Not because he likes it, but because he works as a cop says that he doesn't want to just serve his country, but his family as well. He always takes care of the house voluntarily.

Maybe I did follow in his footsteps but for a different reason.

"Well today you cooked what gy-gy, it smells good!"

Looks like Sara's sister finished dancing faster today. He opened the lid of his food and peered at his breakfast.

I do serve breakfast in the food. Sometimes there are those who do not have time to eat so just bring the food.

"It has to run out! Look out if I see any leftovers!"

"Yes my dear sister" he said as he pinched my cheek. She used to do it, acting like I was a baby.

"If you still dare to do that again, prepare to die of hunger!" I also often threaten them if they feel disturbed. But they never seriously responded to my terror.

Sister Sara brought her breakfast into the room and I was alone again.

Food for the afternoon I finished cooking, I served it on a plate and I covered it with a serving hood on the kitchen table.

I sat down and started eating my breakfast alone.

The sound of rain outside was faintly heard from inside his lonely mansion.

While eating I remembered the memories with my father. His figure from behind was repairing my broken bicycle.

Not long later I imagined the figure of a long curly-haired girl who was repairing my motorcycle.

Wait a minute, I'm imagining a girl?!

To sweep away my brain stained by women, I turned on the TV and stopped at a news show with a long-haired female reporter.

I think about him again.

I turned off the TV and went into my room.

Looking at my quiet phone, I decided to finish my PR semester off and open the book and the notebook.

Back again I saw the faces of the heroes in the historical government all turned into that chick with her curly hair.

Even when my Golden dog, Macho, entered the room, her face turned into a long curly black hair chick!

Something's wrong with my brain.

To fix my erring brain, I went into Sara's room and borrowed one of her necklaces. When I returned to my room I tried to turn the necklace in front of me like a pendulum, trying to hypnotize myself.

But why does the pendant that moves to the right-left for a long time turn into a long curly black hair moge girl?!

I looked at the locket with horror.

What really happened to me?!

"Angy? What again?"

I don't know since when the female monkey entered my room.

He stood up in his favorite basketball shirt and looked a little wet. Not usually his hair that is always tied or dipapol this time decomposed to the side.

His hair was long and straight.

I looked at him fixedly.

"What the hell? Look at me like there's something to read." Said uncomfortable.

My frowning gaze began to return to normal.

In front of me Eli, nothing has changed.

"Well..." I took a long breath.

"Apaan sigh now even sighed like an om-om cigarette! Think porno?!"

"Whenever here?"

"A lonely house so I came here. Can't you?"

"The holidays are long!" he said now change position and arbitrarily lay down on my bed that I have trimmed every tangle in his old blue bed sheet.

But seeing that shitty thing happening in front of my eyes, I felt relieved instead.

Relieved because he did not turn into a long curly hair girl.

My brain is normal.

"Hey! Angy! Why silence from now on? Not usually."

Eli rolled his body to the side. His position was now on his stomach, but he propped his body up with his arms. His feet are up and down.

I looked at him from my desk chair.

He hasn't changed, thank God.

"It's so weird you." Eli knelt on the bed now trying to reach my forehead to measure my body temperature with his hands. "No fever at all." He now aligns his face with mine. "Why you?"

I looked at his face fixedly.

We've never looked at each other this close.

The longer I looked at her I imagined the moge and stood up.

"I have to go." I said.

"Where?"

"The workshop."

...****************...

It still rained outside but I left.

My conclusion is not that I'm crazy, but definitely that girl!

I need to make sure myself why my brain is weird like this. Even Eli himself said I was weird, but I didn't want to believe what he said.

Upon arrival at the workshop which was lucky to be quiet, I opened my helmet and raincoat put in plastic. Although quiet but I could see his figure who was sitting on the floor facing the motorbike and fiddling with something

He lifted his face and smiled broadly at me.

His cheeks blackened oil or other dirt that came from the motor he was working on. But to me she looks prettier than any girl who always dresses up.

....

I was silent for a few seconds.

What have I thought?!

Looks like I'm the one who has to control myself to the mental hospital!

I don't know since when I feel like I've been stuck by him.

From waking up I kept thinking about it.

When I cook I think about it too.

Even watching TV, looking at schoolbooks, seeing my beloved dog until Eli all turned into his face!

"Why are you standing there?"

He's coming near me.

His wet hoarse voice began to implant in my brain. I want to hear it every day.

I'm really crazy.

"Let's sit down if you don't feel well!"

"Not that. My bike."

"What's with your bike? Broken again?"

"Ehm, can you change that, right?"

Once again I saw his figure working on my bike. He looks very skilled and deft. It was dirty work, but he didn't care.

I forgot she was a girl.

"If you want the same type of battery, it can be ordered at another store."

"How much?"

"How much? I'll tell you later. You can pay later!"

"How long should I wait for the order?"

"Oh, pretty long anyway, about an hour. Wanna wait? If I use another battery, I can work directly."

"I'll wait."

"Okay, wait in the waiting room! Today is quiet again because of the rain. I'm agatin!"

She wants to accompany me?