The next day, I woke up early. I felt fine. It seemed like I never had a fever yesterday. After tidying myself, I left my room and headed to the land lady's room. She was an old woman, unmarried and grumpy. Her name was Lydia but I'd rather address her as a landlady than by her name because she always shoots dagger looks whenever someone was calling her by her name.
Even though she might give me a cold treatment, I managed to knock on her door--which I never did before because her personality is really intimidating that I would rather give her an envelope together with the money bills for my payment.
The last time I talked to her was on December which was just a two word sentence that says: Merry Christmas. Nothing more, nothing less. It had been three months since then. On my third knock, the old woman finally opened the door and faced me with her grumpy expression again. I just meekly smiled in return.
"I just want to thank you for bringing me a warm soup and a capsule yesterday," I said nonchalantly. She just gave me a smug expression before she answered.
"What are you talking, young lady? Have you gone crazy? Why would I even give you soup when you haven't given me anything this month?" And with that, she closed the door, leaving me with a curious expression on my face.
If it was not the landlady, who would it be?
I was still pondering on things when someone talked behind me.
"Saying thank you is just so easy, why are you having a hard time on it?"
I instantly turned my back to look at the person behind me and my jaw dropped when I saw the man in towels was smiling at me.