Emily's soul mate

GALEN

The first time I met him...

"Ouh, sorry! I didn't mean it!" He said at that time because he accidentally spilled a drink in my expensive tuxedo.

Ck!

I was upset and of course felt very upset.

If I hadn't been fascinated by her tiny face, maybe I'd have been tearing it like when someone else accidentally spilled a drink on my shirt or pants.

I don't like anything dirty!

I don't like anything messy!

And I don't like anything chaotic!

I don't know what's wrong with me.

But I just don't like it.

"Looky girl," I muttered as it stared sternly at him.

"I'm sorry!" His mouth may be defending itself.

His sudden toughness attracted me even more to the sloppy girl who looked so graceful and feminine.

I was just planning to ask Rachel about the careless girl. Yet the goddess Fortuna seemed to be on my side.

The girl turned out to be the new illustrator in the office where I worked.

He came to the office that morning with an impressive appearance. Knee-length black skirt, peach color blue, and hair in ponytail model.

Well, that's the second time I've been fascinated with her tiny face.

But when he saw the map with CV that he brought suddenly a sense of resentment in me sticking out. The paper looks crumpled and folded at the end.

And to me it's a very annoying thing. So I had to make a harsh comment to him.

And unexpectedly, she turned out to be a cute girl and often answered or denied whenever I reprimanded or commented scathingly to her. Be we argued often and for some reason, I liked the look on his face when scowling.

If I usually avoid arguing with someone because I think it's just a waste of time and energy, but not with that girl named Emily Aditya. I loved arguing with him and hearing his distinctive voice while denying all the scolding and scathing comments that popped from my lips.

And from that moment on, I was so excited to find out the slightest mistake Emily made, that I could argue with her and hear her distinctive voice, she said, coupled with the look of his funny face when scowling.

Oho!

My days feel hollow if I don't argue with Emily for a day.

And Emily's stubborn nature, turned out to smooth my way to argue with her. Plus the typical thug clothes he wears every time he comes to the office, makes me want to strip him and enjoy his crazy body.

Holy hooch!

My brain is dirty!

Lately I just realized that I'm in love with Emily, when Rachel told me and told me so much about Emily.

"She's a sloppy, slovenly girl. Unkempt and un-feminine" I complained to Rachel at the time, and Rachel just chuckled in response.

"It's not Emily that's lacking, Galen! But your hygiene standards are too high." Obviously Rachel who was just making me quiet.

"But I see you always look at Emily with interest" guessed Rachel who seemed to be a checkmate to me.

Damnit damnit!

My cousin can always read what I think.

Maybe because we grew up together a long time ago and changed our minds a lot, so Rachel understood me better than Mommy or Papi.

It sucks!

"I'm just happy to argue with him. That's all!" It's me who's still trying to deny Rachel's accusation that I'm in love with Emily.

"That's it, huh?" Rachel's tone had already turned into teasing and I was completely misbehaved right now.

"You have no intention of editing Emily's appearance and demeanor that you think she lacks so much?" Tempting Rachel was as good as any other that just made me cluck.

"I'm just the manager! And I don't have the right to manage the performance of the employees including Emily!" My snoring was a little irritated and more boos.

"If you really love Emily, you should be able to accept the girl's flaws, Galen!"

I frowned confused by Rachel's sentence.

"I mean! It doesn't matter if you want a neat and dirty Emily no more. But you don't have to sue Emily to always be perfect. Just lower the standard of neatness in your life!" Rachel tried to give me some understanding.

Actually, I was a little surprised by Rachel's last sentence about this standard of neatness in me. Everyone seems to object to my attitude that always maintains neatness anywhere and anytime.

What is wrong with the neatness that I always apply?

"Sorry, I can't!" My quick words that even made Rachel giggle.

"You marry Emily then!" Rachel's direct advice made me widen both my eyes.

"I would go crazy if I married that girl now! I had to edit his attitude and appearance before I got married with him, so we wouldn't fuss over the cleanliness and neatness of the house later!" My face responds to a silly idea from Rachel.

"Didn't you like arguing with Emily? Don't you like the nagging Emily? So why be afraid of the commotion after you get married?" Rachel's words are making me clueless.

"The healthy house is a household that never has a fuss," I thought a little scratching my head that actually does not itch.

Waitaminute!

Isn't this Emily's habit that I always comment on because it makes my eyes become sepet?

Then why am I copying him now?

But it's also delicious, it turns out to be scratching your head like this.

Emily loves doing this.

"Look! If you're married to Emily now, you can make her a little neat, and maybe with Emily next to you every day, the high standard of neatness in your life can also slowly come down."

"So the point is, you and Emily will be able to keep up with each other!" Rachel explained her opinion.

I fell silent and thought for a moment, trying to digest Rachel's words.

"Well I'll marry Emily soon, then" I finally broke up which somehow made Rachel turn a blind eye.

Wasn't he the one who suggested that I just marry Emily?

Why is it that now even he is shocked and expressionless like that?

You freak!

"You have to ask Emily first if she wants to marry you, Galen! You can't force Emily and propose to her all of a sudden!" Rachel looked in the fog and I got up and walked back out of Rachel's house.

"I don't think it's necessary! I can just go to Emily's house, ask Emily's parents for permission, then marry Emily" I replied casually imagining it would be easy.

Emily's father was a relaxed man. So it must not be difficult to convey my good intentions. I'm not a jerk with a history of being a playboy either, because I haven't had a single ex-boyfriend in 24 years.

It's an amazing achievement, isn't it?

"Galen, you can't force Emily! You should approach her slowly!" Exclaimed Rachel who seemed so stirred with my one-sided decision.

I paused and turned around, looking at my nine-month-old cousin.

"As you said before that Emily would change neatly with me every day, I'm sure that the love in Emily's heart would grow over time and be as great as my love for her," I said with confidence and with a smile on my lips.

"Wait on! Are you really in love with Emily?" Rachel's sudden exclaim made me pat myself on the forehead.

Damnit damnit!

I was dying to refute Rachel's accusation about me falling in love with Emily and now I'm admitting it outright!

"Picture it that way! I'll go home first, and I'll send her an invitation if I propose to Emily later!" My pampit finally waved, without looking at Rachel who I could still hear her laughter.

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