Chapter 155

"Hey, sleepy head! Aren't you intending on getting your lazy ass off the bed today?" A familiar lady's voice echoes through my room, disrupting my sleep.

Ooh crap! I roll under the duvet in the direction of my bedroom door, where the voice is coming from. "Shit!" I curse the pain in my head. Goodness! If crap was a person, then that is me right now. What the heck! I only took a mere tiny glass of the fucking vodka, which I, by the way, flushed down with a full glass of del Monte! Why do I feel like I emptied ten bottles in my breadbasket? On top of the pounding headache, my head feels like a load of ten kilos is laid on it. Mental memo: I am never tasting the ludicrous vodka and all the damn beer brands in general ever again.

My eyes greet two ladies standing in the doorway, gawking at me with concern. No! I think my sight is tinkering with me. The aftermaths of vodka too? Screw the liquor! I lazily haul my physique, pulling myself up to sit down, shutting my eyes tight