20 Years Adrift
Chapters 30. Letterbox

Morning at Amanda's, by the way,

Roland fell asleep on the sofa when Amanda woke up. Although he was a womanizer, he did not like to take chances in narrowness. At least he didn't do anything indecent to Amanda while she was drunk.

Amanda's heart was pounding when she saw Roland was asleep. His mind drifted to the worst thing he could possibly do while he was drunk. With trembling hands, he raised his blanket to look at his body.

"Nothing strange? My clothes are intact. Thank goodness that jerk didn't touch me."

Amanda threw away her blanket and walked out of her bed to go to the bathroom. Roland had not woken up even though he had been inside the bathroom for so long.

No matter Roland's whereabouts, Amanda kept using bathr*o**be just like when no one was in her room. Dots of water were still condensing on his face and the tip of his hair was still dripping water. He looked so fresh after the shower.

"Roll! Don't you want to wake up?" ask Amanda.

He sat on the armrest that was at the end of the sofa. With a prick Amanda tickled Roland's feet with her fingertips.

Feeling that something was amusing him, Roland immediately wriggled and sat down. His eyelids still look lazy to open.

"I'm still sleepy, Ma. It's still too early" muttered Roland who was still in a semi-conscious state.

"Haha!" Amanda could not help but laugh at the rare sight before her.

The coolest guy who is always valued by beautiful women, looks so messy when he wakes up from his sleep. However, Amanda admitted that Roland did not lose his good looks despite such disheveled looks.

"Amanda! You're here? Am I dreaming?" ask Roland.

His hands rubbed his eyes and showed his face that looked so stupid. The circumstances that make Amanda more amused made.

"Actually who's drunk, huh? Last night I was drunk but now you're worse." Amanda just kept laughing.

Roland's hand pulled Amanda's hand and grabbed her waist and tightened it. Amanda was a little shocked to receive this treatment. Currently he had been in Roland's lap with his body position attached.

"Did you say that?" asked Roland while looking at Amanda's anxiety.

"You're so drunk" Amanda repeated.

With a quick movement, Roland slammed Amanda's body slowly and wrapped her in both hands.

"Hey, what are you doing, Roland?" ask Amanda half muttered.

His heartbeat became irregular as Roland brought his face closer. The two ends of their noses stuck together making them look so intimate.

"I'm drunk right now, but not drunk. I'm drunk in love with you," said Roland softly.

Amanda widened her eyes in disbelief. Roland's treatment could have been a charade but he couldn't resist the handsome man's charm. She resigned herself as Roland's soft lips danced over her lips.

Seeing Amanda so enjoy her game, Roland became even more daring.

"Don't blame me if I'm tempted, Amanda. You shouldn't look like this in front of a man."

Roland pulled the bathrobe rope wrapped around Amanda's body. It was a hot morning for both.

***

Affan was so panicked when he saw the wall clock was showing the time at 05.15 am. Usually he never gets up late to do the morning prayers because he hears the Aira alarm. However, today he had actually fallen asleep very soundly.

Slowly Affan let go of Aira's embrace. Her smile broadened framing her handsome face. His heart warmed when he saw his little wife looking so calm while asleep.

Affan went to the bathroom to clean himself and then worshiped. Until the sun rises, he is still in his place to recite. He accidentally did not wake Aira because they slept very late.

"Astagfirefull!" peekik Aira's.

I forgot today was Sunday. His body was so overwhelmed when his legs were tangled in blankets. Aira's body almost fell to the floor.

"Are you okay, Aira?" ask Affan.

The awkward feeling made them then break away and stand up properly.

"It looks like I'm going to be late for school today, Om," Aira said.

His face looked sad mixed with worry. This panic made her look sweet in Affan's eyes.

"It's sunday, Aira. Are there any extra hours of lessons for you?" ask Affan.

Aira looked at Affan with pias. Shame makes her cheeks become reddish. Soon he looked down to hide his face.

"I forgot, Om. On Sunday all teaching and learning activities at the school were eliminated" Aira explained.

Affan smiled and said, "Rest. You sleep less last night, don't rush to get up."

"No, Om. I'm not used to sleeping in the morning. I'm gonna take a shower."

Affan. He himself was also not used to sleeping in the morning. While waiting for Aira to finish her bath, she turns on the television and sees the business news that airs on a TV station.

Since last night Affan didn't want to be far from Aira. He wanted to spend a lot of time with her while he had the chance. Their busy workday routines make it hard for them to be together all day.

Aira stared at herself in front of the mirror before exiting her room. She remembers Affan's remarks about how she should pay more attention to her appearance and prepare herself as Affan's mistress.

Whatever Aira did did did not escape Affan's observation. Although it was only slightly polished, Aira's face already looked so beautiful.

"Beautiful my wife" praised Affan who was standing behind Aira.

The two stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror and both smiled. Affan bowed and then gave a soft kiss on Aira's right cheek and made the owner of the beautiful face meet.

"Let's go to the dining room" Affan asked.

Aira nodded and followed him.

Now both look like a pair of newlyweds who are so sweet.

***

The next day, the,

Affan drives his car to his company after driving Faya and Aira to school. His car crept slowly amid the capital's gridlock. Traffic in the morning is always crowded considering the residents out of the house to go to do activities.

After going through a journey that was enough to test his patience, Affan arrived at his company. A receptionist came up to him when he saw him walking through a glass door.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Affan!," greeted the receptionist with the tag name Wilda.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Affan turned his body to face the receptionist without looking at her directly. Although the woman was dressed modestly but Affan kept his eyes on her.

"This is some letter that was dropped on the reception desk, sir. And here's a personal letter from someone claiming to be your friend" Wilda handed the letters to Affan.

"Thank you. I'll open it in my room."

After delivering the letters Wilda returned to her desk. Affan had entered the elevator to the top floor where his office was. On his way he noticed an envelope that did not clearly state the identity of the sender and receiver.

'Who is the sender of this letter and what is its purpose?' Affan flipped through the envelope.

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