ENZO KING
I thought I woke up as soon as I could, hoping that Nandi wouldn’t find me sleeping on her couch. I would hate what she would do to me; whatever it is. It seems like she beat me to it because when I went upstairs to our bedroom, Nandi was not there. Our bed is left naked, making me wonder where our bedding went to.
“Nandi!” I shouted to her. “Nandipa,” I opened the sliding door and made my way to the balcony, but she was somehow not there.
I walked back into the bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. It was too quiet for anyone to be in there, but I checked even in the shower, nonetheless. Empty. Closet, empty. Where is this woman?
As I was heading my way out of the bathroom, I saw the bedding stashed in the bathtub. What is Nandi up to now? The bedding is new and cle
