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Chapter 7 [Part 2]

"..." I've not yet answered the guy before me.

I keep quiet and portray an unpleased face until Saifah places the towel on my head and gives me a gentle nudge.

"Go!"

Yessss. I will go. But is it necessary to make such a stern voice though?!

I agree to take a shower like Saifah told me to. Right after I'm done with my shower, I walk out and notice a new set of clothes on the bed.

"Well, wait just a moment. I'm going to take a shower as well."

"Sure."

I nod as an answer to the room's owner while I'm heading for the new set, putting them on. Although it is quite big, it still fits. It doesn't feel too baggy on me.

After that, since I have nothing to do, I decide to explore his room until I see a guitar placed on the floor. 

I pick it up as I make my way over to sit, giving it a few strums. It is not that I strum them perfectly. It's just a random strum since the chord still gives a rhythm sound.

(Door opens)

It's the sound of the bathroom's door that opened, where Saifah steps out with a small towel on his head, drying his hair.

"You showered for way too long.I thought you already fell down and hit your head on the floor in the bathroom. Luckily, I didn't call Poh Teck Tung yet."

[T/N: Poh Teck Tung is a foundation service to collect dead bodies]

"Well I'm not taking a bath like someone else... and I'm not sure whether he's used soap or not?"

"I used it!" I respond to the person who's smiling annoyingly. 

In the end, I stop paying attention to him and get back to strumming the guitar. The next moment I realised that Saifah is already sitting by my side on the bed.

"What?"

"The guitar pick bracelet you asked me to make."

"Hoie, this is so pretty" I look at the guitar pick bracelet in Saifah's hand which he held out towards me before I take it and lay it over on my own wrist. "Thank you na."

"Eumm." Saifah hums, "Why don't you try to play."

I do as he instructed and I find it is much easier to play this way. It is much easier to strum compared to using only fingers, but when I try to hit the chord, some of the jarring sounds could still be heard.

"So how is it? Is it okay?" The room's owner asks me when I try to play the guitar for a moment.

"Okay na. It is much better than using my fingers to strum but damn, I couldn't remember the chord well."

"Take it slowly. When you practice, you will remember it after a while."

"My memory is damn terrible."

"Look at you already knowing this."

"You have such a loose-tongue right."

I gaze up at him and act as though I'm about to smack him until Saifah slips out a cackle. At first, I'm trying to focus back on playing the guitar but then something runs across my mind.

"Hey, what time is it now?"

"About half-past eight maybe, why?"

"The van for me to go back home!" I put everything down right away, whether it's the guitar or the guitar pick bracelet, I just don't have time to think properly right now.