PABLO
I growl, so annoyed as I am woken up by the doorbell ringing non-stop. Who the f**k could it be so f*****g early in the morning? My wife and the kids are not here. I dropped her at her parents’ house after the club because we left our kids there last night, and I know she knows the code into the house, so she wouldn’t ring the doorbell like a maniac outside.
“What the f**k!?” I snap as soon as I open the door, without caring if it could be my parents, Benjamin, or God. This is my f*****g house, and with only one ring of the doorbell, I would f*****g hear it. I also have an inter-f*****g-com for a reason.
“Oh, someone is so grumpy this morning. Hate morning much?”
“What do you want, Huma?” I firmly ask, annoyed.
“Uhm, we agreed with you and your wife on this day, remember?”
