"Move it sidewards!"
"Again? But it won't fit!"
We heard my aunt and a man arguing. Aivon and I are at the front door of our new apartment. Yesterday, after my work, we were already planning to move our things. However, due to the "accident" that happened in the company, I went to Aivon's condo and... and... I shook my head to cut my thoughts.
"You can go now, I'm fine here," I turned to Aivon. It is already nine in the morning of Sunday. I spent the Saturday night in his condo since I fell asleep. Later this morning, he told me that he contacted my aunt last night saying that I am sleeping and won't be able to come home. I wasn't sure about what my aunt answered since Aivon didn't tell me about that part.
"Let me greet your aunt before I go," I smiled at his answer. He is really court
