My Love Journey's
The Next Morning's

I woke up to the annoying 'ping' sound many times coming from my phone. I groaned and rolled until I buried my face on the soft and smooth surface of the pillow. My head was throbbing from the deadly alcohol last night.

I closed my eyes tightly to reduce the light of my phone screen that pierced the eyes in the middle of my dark room. However, it didn't work at all. I swore angrily then grabbed my phone and hurriedly reduced the brightness of the screen before checking the incoming messages.

From: Unknown Number: Hey, how are you? It's me, Paul Klug.

Oh, Oh my God.

A flash of what happened last night started to run through my head, and I vividly remembered Paul and I had a long chat last night.

To: Paul: Hi, Paul. I almost died, what about you?

It's not nine yet, and he's sending a message this early? What is his body made of?

From: Paul: I'm sure a nurse can cope with the effects of a hangover, right? I'm fine, Bianka.

To: Paul: I'm just a nursing student, not yet graduated, remember?

I wonder how he got up so early on the day off, and sent me a message when as I remember last night he was drunk too.

Paul's a very charming guy as well as fun, and I know a lot of girls who follow football developments just to see him play. Exactly what Camille told him last night.

I was just about to put my phone away and wanted to continue sleeping for a few more hours, but an incoming message from Paul foiled the plan.

From: Paul: Hm, Bianka... Would you like to have lunch with me?

To: Paul: Not today. I'm gonna drown in my room till tonight.

From: Paul: What do you mean in my room?

My brows furrowed and immediately threw a glance at the table that was usually beside my bed. But the table wasn't there. Oh my...

With a sense of alarm, I turned on the flashlight on my phone and observed the room. Instantly my heart was twisted when I realized this was not my room. I must have slept at Paul's after yesterday...

I looked around the room so big and luxurious, of course, he was famous and his career was also brilliant as a football athlete, so it shouldn't be a surprise. Paul Klug could easily get all of this, as easily as flipping a palm.

I stood up and watched my body, and I was grateful that at least my clothes were intact. My hair and face were clearly messy, imagining someone looking at me right now was the last thing I wanted to happen.

To: Paul: Oh, gosh! Ii'm sorry. I'll be gone in a few minutes.

From: Paul: No, love. No need to rush. Come with me to dinner tonight, okay? After all, you owe me a lot. I didn't go to practice today because I was worried about you, and last night I bought you and your friends.

Oh my goodness, no need to be reminded! I groaned as I squeezed the phone tightly, hoping something swallowed me now to disappear and escape from this situation.

To: Paul: Fine, alright. Only once on a date.

I was too drunk to realize what I had typed and sent to Paul. Until I saw the message again and immediately grimaced at my stupidity.

From: Paul: Dating? Hm, that's great, Rapunzel! Relax in my house for as long as you want, and don't forget to send me your home address. I'll pick you up at seven in the night.

I was pensive for a while before sending my address to her. If Paul really meant to do something to me, then I'll make sure he'll regret it.

I need to get out of this place. It feels weird to be here while the owner is out of nowhere. I cursed when the soles of my feet touched the cold floor then stepped and immediately grimaced as I accidentally kicked one of the legs of the table.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself before pressing the switch on one of the walls. When the lights were on, I looked around Paul's lavish bathroom again. Hm, totally inversely proportional to the bathroom in my house.

Paul Klug, that handsome jock seemed to be living in luxury, and I still couldn't believe we had been chatting for so long last night, that I even woke up in his house. I don't know if it's luck or if it's just gonna be a nightmare.

I watched my appearance through the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom, grateful that at least I was still wearing complete clothes, it meant that nothing happened between Paul and me last night.

However, a few seconds later I realized, which I was wearing now...is not my dress?!

***

After finishing half a bottle of painkillers plus a glass of coffee, I decided to go home. I feel better thanks to the medicine and the coffee.

To: Paul: I'm going home now, thanks for preparing the medicine. Oh, I stole your coffee a glass.

Paul replied to my message a few minutes later, just as I was waiting for a taxi in front of his apartment building.

From: Paul: Same, Bianka. You look so drunk.

My order taxi came faster than I expected, and I jumped right in. I breathed a sigh of relief because I was finally able to return home in a state of good health. Thank you, Lord...

To: Paul: Wait, what do you mean? Can you see me?

From: Paul: Oh, there's a CCTV camera in front of my room. Just to make sure you don't steal coffee grinders or other valuables...

To: Paul: Umm. Trust me, I won't steal anything. Waking up in your house is embarrassing enough, Paul.

**From: Paul: Love, I was just kidding. Don't be so serious, okay?

To: Paul: Yep. So, we'll see you again tonight**?

Without feeling the taxi I was riding had arrived in front of my house. I took out some money and handed it to the driver and got out.

"Hey, baby." I muttered to Frosty, my two-year-old pet cat. He meowed slowly as he walked over to me from the kitchen.

I relinquished my residency, then I stepped past Frosty, checking his half-filled drinking water bowl. I changed the drinking water and poured the cat food into a bowl next to the water bowl.

"There you go," I said, gently sticking out my fingers rubbing her white, silky fur as soon as she sat down near me.

When Frosty started eating, I left him in the kitchen. I need more coffee to cope with the rest of last night's hangover. My house is not as luxurious as Paul's, but I feel comfortable here. And yes, I am grateful that at least my place of residence is still livable and I am quite proud to be able to buy it with the results of my hard work while in Indonesia.

The only thing that bothers me right now is just the college and the loans that I have to pay off.

At first I thought with the knowledge I learned in Indonesia, I would work easily in Germany, but I was wrong. Due to the different system, inevitably I had to repeat my education for two years. That's why I owe it to the bank, and I have to work harder to get things done.

I took a deep breath. "Spirit, Bianka! You can do it." I said encouraging myself.

From: Paul: I'll pick you up in a Ferrari, not a Lambo. See you, Rapunzel!

I laughed reading the message. He was arrogant in a strange way. Paul Klug's... Hm...