The Condition

"Hah ... "

Drizzle still faithfully drenched almost half the city. Thin spatter into melodious rhythms accompany a sweet afternoon. Sweet for fantastic couples at joining hands, embracing affection, and even kissing behind their umbrellas.

"Hah ... "

Once again sighed as he looked at the couple down there. Walk along the muddy field. Black-maned youth still at home staring from behind the 2nd-floor window. He was sitting in front of the scattered photo.

"Hah ... "

"Oh, God! Stop sighing in front of me! You're throwing bad luck at me!" a long-haired young man rambled.

There was no regret because he had forgotten his friend's existence a little.

"It must be nice to have a partner like that."

The long-haired man follows the direction of his friend's gaze. Some pairs of people are showing their intimacy under the raindrops. "Don't you have a partner too, Simon?"

The young man called Simon only smiled blankly. Then he refocused on the camera in front of him. He was looking around at his arguably good self-portrait, mesmerizing.

"To me, it's all the same," Simon said quietly. He took a breath. Such a minor concern when Simon has been married for many years. He should be the one who has mercy.

"Then why are you still here? Go home now!" banished the young man longish earlier and grabbed the camera in Simon's hand. "don't make the dark aura around me!"

Simon chuckles. His friend is straightforward to tease. "you should thank me for accompanying you," Simon grabbed another photo. He has printed a picture of himself sitting in the classroom corner with light coming in from the open window.

"How sad", murmured Simon.

"Babe ... Let's go home!"

The sound coming from the doorway suddenly made the two turn their heads. Looking pretty girl with curls in purple chat, she smiled, waving towards one among them.

"Shit! ... when did a princess pick me up?" murmured the long-haired man. It means that he lives alone in this room without anyone accompanying him.

"Then you'll pick up your own Princess, Jacob."

Simon stood up, patted his friend on the shoulder, and passed to his woman.

"Let's go to the Caffe first, Babe."

The girl immediately hung spoiled in Simon's arms. Even so, Simon just smiled briefly without any meaningful expression.

"We do whatever you want."

"Fuck it! They are so ridiculous ... I want it too ..." Jacob grumbled irritably at the sight of two people disappearing behind the door.

"I'm sorry for a long time. The annoying lecturer always prolongs the hour home." The girl was upset, nagging about how she felt when dealing with her lecturer.

"it's Okay, I'm also happy to wait anyway." Simon smiled sweetly as he gently stroked his girlfriend's mane.

Emily Lippington – the girl she's been dating for four months. It's the longest record he's been dating. It usually lasts only one to two months. But not infrequently, only one week.

It was not he who left, nor He who dumped the girls. He can never be serious in a relationship. Simon knew ... He knew very well, and he tried to survive. He was trying to reciprocate Emily's feelings, who became his lover.

He has a white body, smooth as porcelain, and a reasonably sweet face that can entangle many girls in Simon's charm even when he was in the 5th grade of elementary school. Simon had been in contact with a woman older than him. A piano teacher who is the same age as his mother.

"What do you want to order?"

Emily's question awakened Simon from his daydream. The young man smiled before answering.

"it's up to you."

"Well then ... Can we have two black forests, one frappuccino and one espresso, please?" Emily asked the waiter who recorded the order next to her. The waiter again repeated their order, and Emily nodded in assent. At the same time, Simon was busy staring at the passing car.

Drizzle is still faithful out there. Cloudy as Simon's feelings. Simon himself is trying to figure out what he is doing. Isn't this the same as fooling himself?

It didn't take long for their orders to arrive. Emily was a lovely girl to see how she thanked and gave the waiter a tip. Simon should be lucky to get that girl. He should be happy.

Simon just nodded and smiled in return for every topic of their conversation. Only Emily was incredible, chattering while he was busy staring at the order in front of him.

He doesn't like coffee drinks, especially bitter ones like this. But Simon was too cowardly even to choose what he wanted. He's not happy with Emily's choice. Lucky Black forest saved him from the bitter taste filling his mouth.

"Babe ... Sorry I forgot to work on the report with my friend." Emily's face looked very guilty. She kept Simon waiting to leave.

"it's okay.. I brought you—"

"No, you don't."

Simon looked at Emily. It was still raining outside, and he saw that Emily was not carrying an umbrella.

"Jeffrey will pick me up." Emily's voice sounded worried.

"Jeffrey?"

"I'm a bunch with him." Emily lowered her head in fear of how Simon would respond to her. "We're just doing nothing more."

Simon smiled and stroked Emily's hair gently. "Go.. your task is more important."

Emily hugged him tightly while endlessly apologizing. She ran out of the cafe and into the parking lot, where Simon could see her getting into a red sports car.

The pitch-black-haired young man stared expressionlessly into the puddle of coffee before him. His reflection seemed to make fun of him now. Should he feel sad or happy?

He was not angry with Emily, who left him. Is it possible that he doesn't have any profound feelings for Emily? He just followed his instincts.

"Hello Carroll ... Can we meet?"

The rain doesn't feel sweet anymore. It feels like drops of cold water wetting the skin. Could water create thin Dew from behind a glass window, the only partition that separated Simon from the outside world?

The young man closed his phone after getting an answer from someone across there. He rushed to fix his stuff and got up from the chair.

PRAAANG!

Everything happened very quickly. Simon digested too soon. The tall young man in front of him repeatedly apologized for accidentally colliding with Simon. The drink in the hands of the tall young man was successful with Simon's front shirt. Cold, Simon guessed the young man chose a glass of ice drink on this cold day. Strange enough, but lucky not hot coffee because it could have scalded when splashed drink it.

The young man bowed his body many times, apologizing. Simon just patted the young man's shoulder and passed by.

"Sorry .... I'm so sorry ... "

Even the young man's voice was still heard when he came out of Caffe.

Raindrops soaked his body, which was not covered by an umbrella. Simon strolled to his parked car, deliberately so that raindrops washed his body.

At least he had a reason to spend the night at the House of the woman he had called.