Tap! Tap! Tap!
Rain was pouring heavily in a narrow alley, and water was streaming through the roads like a river. The apartment had water flowing through its crack.
drip…drip…drip..
Splash!
Splash!
Splash!
James walked through the road, his pants up, and an umbrella in his hand. He quickly walked into the apartment.
He closed his umbrella and looked out, rain still pouring heavily.
"Fuck this rain. If only it started after a few minutes."
After lighting a cigarette, he walked upstairs. When he reached the second floor, he found an unpleasant smell.
He took a long puff and exhaled it slowly. And walked towards the room where the smell was coming from.
thud…thud…thud...
"Who lives here?" He scratched his head and thought for a second, but couldn't remember who lived there.
"Who cares. Let's deal with this smell first."
Knock!
Knock!
He knocked on the door. He waited for a few seconds. But no one came. He knocked again.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
"Hello! Anyone there?" He asked aloud. But there was no sound. Because of the foul smell, he was feeling nauseous and irritated. In anger, he kicked the door and cursed.
Thump!
"You bastard, are you in there?"
At the same time, the door next door opened with a bang.
BANG!
"Who is the bastard making noise at night. Can't you see people are sleeping?"
Seeing James, Oliver was surprised and confused as to why he was on this floor.
"James, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Oliver, how the hell are you sleeping when this disgusting smell is coming from here?"
"What smell?"
When Oliver came close to James, he covered his nose in disgust. Frowning can't understand where the smell is coming from.
"Fuck, where is this smell coming from?"
James pointed at the door and said, "From there."
Oliver looked at the door. "Oh, it's Harry's room."
"Do you know him?"
"Not much, we only talked a few times. He is kinda hard to talk to. But I haven't seen him in the last few days."
"Then can you call him?"
"I don't have his number."
Tch. James can't bear to smell it anymore. He took his phone, dialled a number and called.
Oliver looked and asked. "Who are you calling?"
"Landlord."
"Why?"
Christ, how can there be a person like him? James signed. He was speechless at Oliver's stupidity or innocence. He was really different from his appearance.
"Because he will have spare keys."
"Oh."
James called the landlord a few more times before he finally picked up. After explaining the situation to the landlord, and at the same time asked him to come up with spare keys.
thud…thud…thud…thud…
As they were talking, the landlord reluctantly came up. With spare keys jiggling in his hand.
"Evening, landlord Noha."
Noha just nodded his head, still sleepy. And looked a little annoyed. Without talking, he came to the door. And almost vomited at the smell.
"How the hell are you staying here?" He asked.
"That's why I called you. Let's quickly get rid of whatever it is."
"It's not that bad, is it?" said Oliver with a blank expression.
Both looked at him speechless. Noha went to the door, and selected a spare key and put it in the hole.
He tried a few times, but the lock was rusted. After using all his strength, the lock was opened. He thought I had to make him pay the damage fee. How the hell does he maintain the door
Creak…Creak...
He then pushed open the door. But it was hard to open as if something heavy was out opposite of the door.
Creak…Creak…Creak..Creak…
James also gave a hand and finally opened the door.
Just when they took a deep breath, a pungent smell came from the room.
"Cough…cough…what the hell?" James coughed a few times, his eyes filled with tears.
Noha vomited inside the dustbin near the stairs. And Oliver went to his room and came out with a mask, and watched them as they suffered.
Noha looked at Oliver, wearing a mask. He wanted to ask for one, but the smell made him vomit again.
Whak..Whak…Wha…
James stayed far away from the door and stared at Oliver speechless. And asked.
"Why didn't you give the mask earlier?"
"You didn't ask." Oliver looked at him innocently.
James wanted to punch him, but took a deep breath to control himself. Muttered to himself, be nice…be nice…be nice...
"Can you give me one?"
"I..I also need one," said Noha weakly.
"Ok."
Oliver goes in and brings two masks for them. And brings a water bottle to Noha.
Noha looked at him and said, "Thanks."
Oliver just smiled and gave a mask to James. Noha rinsed his mouth and washed his face.
Then they wore the masks and recovered for a few minutes. They decided to go in.
But the question was who would go first. They looked at each other. Suddenly, it became a staring contest; no one wanted to be defeated.
After a few seconds, Noha couldn't keep staring, looked at Oliver and said.
"Oliver, why don't you go in?"
"No, no, why should I go first? You are the landlord; you should go in." Oliver waved his hand, defending himself.
Noha turned to James and said. "James, you are having a problem with the smell, right? Why don't you go in?"
"You are the landlord, the property has a problem, you should be the one to solve it, so you go in first."
Noha was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Oliver and said.
"Oliver, you know Harry well, right? Then you should be the one to go, as you are more familiar."
Oliver was speechless, couldn't refute that and could only nod dejectedly.
James was surprised by Noha's words. You are the owner, so you should be more familiar with the tenant, not the other way around.
But James didn't say anything. He didn't want to be the one to go in.