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La Nouche's Dream Journal-Chp 37


• I remember being asked to solve a case

• Then the scenario turned out to be me playing a BL Game

• I had to pick certain scenarios that will work for my char's advantage in order to get him a good ending

• Then after that the scenario changed to me riding in a car

• It seemed that my mom has come to pick me up from somewhere and wanted me to do some grocery before we go home

• She dropped me off at the supermarket and I went in to buy, while she said she'll wait for me

• I found out that the grocer at the counter was giving me silent treatment and wrote something about wanting to protest on an issue from the mayor

• Dunno why, but I had the feeling he had no idea that he was talking to me who is the mayor herself

• I smiled and played along, pretending to be mute as I wrote down what I wanted to buy

• I remember some miscallenous stuff and most importantly a carton of milk and cough syrup

• After much picking, he got me an old remedy for cough syrup which I liked, and I wrote it to tell him so

• He seemed to have warmed up to me and asked me for my name when I paid for the grocery

• I grinned and wrote my name and left before he had the last word

• I giggled to myself when the last thing I saw was his shocked facial expression

• I went outside to where my mom parked her car to wait for me but she was no longer in sight

• I walked around the compound but I couldn't find her car

• It was as if she had just dumped me there or she got fed up of waiting and took off without me

• Then I realized my milk carton was leaking adn I quickly went back to the store to get a replacement, hoping I don't have to pay again for it if I looked for the guy

• There was press around me, as if they have found out I was here and want to get an exclusive, but couldn't see me because it was getting dark outside and the shop hadn't turn on their outside light yet

• I quickly rushed into the shop a few seconds before the lights were on for the press to see me and hound me

• I went back to the counter and they wanted to serve me but I just wanted to look for the guy

• I saw him and, keeping up my mute act, requested him to change my milk

• He embarassedly selected a lady to help me with, free of charge

• She commented on my body language and facial expression to communicate being cute

• When I was about to leave I saw Khiong sitting at a bar counter eating

• I came up to him and whispered that I'm using my mute act and he seemed to know what I mean and played along

• The guy finally talked and chat me up but seemed reserved, thinking that Khiong was my bf

• Khiong denied so and help me to translate my body language and facial expression

• Then I found myself at his house and we were "talking" about something we have in common: comics

• It was fun chatting with him using papers to write on and using body language and facial expressions; he seemed to be more honest that way

• I actually had a sleepover with him and decided to lose the act

• I woke him up in the morning using my voice but he didn't seem surprised

• He said he knew I was faking mute all along probably due to my status as a mayor who has to be a public speaker

• We bickered about something for a while and when I went outside, delicious food including roast turkey was there, like there was going to be a party

• Then I saw my "mom", who looked more like a black woman, and remembered I was supposed to go home last night to attend the party

• Somehow she managed to conceal it and brought the party here after hearing whispers of me sleeping over with a guy

• Along came more of my "friends", who also are black women, and they caught a glimpse of the guy and squealed, saying that he is just the right guy for me

• Then it became an all-out party where I realized I was actually on a boat near the harbour, not knowing that this is where the guy lived all along

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