Natasha Astrid’s POV
I shook my head in disbelief while looking at the two men sleeping on separate long sofas. I sat on the armrest of the sofa where Jacob was, watching them with a cup of coffee in hand.
They were so drunk that they fell asleep here in the living room. They really didn't make it to the bedroom, huh.
“Oh my goodness, what happened to these two?”
Asked Manang, who was sweeping in the living room. This was what she saw when she entered the house to clean and prepare food.
“They were too drunk to make it to the bedroom,” I said while one hand was in front of my stomach and the hand holding the coffee had its elbow resting on the other hand.
I'm already wearing my bathrobe and ready to go to the sea. It's only seven in the morning, and it's nice to go to the sea at this
