“What the hell was that?!” My eyebrows frowned, hearing that ear-splitting sound resonating on my walls.

Can people be considerate of other people trying to sort their tiredness out? What could be that? Nonetheless, I thought that I just imagined it, like the sudden beep of a phone call that wasn’t successful going through to the other person’s phone—nothing big to worry about. I chose to ignore the sound, so I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again.

But it seemed like the odds weren’t with me, no matter how I tried avoiding them. As much as I didn’t ask for it, I heard that blasting sound once again—the same loud sound traveling from beneath my walls a few minutes earlier. It sounded like a sound coming from a new speaker model that was just released recently, with its volume at its highest level.

It didn’t end there. Agonizingly, there was a person, a man to be specific, screaming along with the sound. But it sounded like it was not a scream out of grieve fear, but a shout like someone was having fun, such fun that’s mainly depriving me of having a proper sleep. But it was an awful sound!

All I needed was to rest and have the best sleep tonight because I haven’t got a good sleep these past weeks.

But whoever was the person from the room the sound came from wouldn’t let me have one. God, he must be having the best moment of his life.

Oh, dear Lord. Please let me have a dovish sleep.

“Okay,”—I fixed my sleeping position—“I’m tucked in perfectly on my soft bed. Just close your eyes, Misty. Don’t let it bother you,” I told myself and hoped to sleep again.

But then.

A few more minutes…

And it continued.

When it seemed like the sound wouldn’t cease anything at all, which it didn’t in the next few seconds, by the way, I couldn’t help but do something about it. No matter how much I hoped for it to be gone, it didn’t. The disruptive sound was getting endless.

“Ugh, what’s with this person? Doesn’t he have a sense of respect or something?!” I screamed to myself and ran outside my unit, with an outraging emotion almost blasting the hell out of me. When I found myself along the hallway, I tiptoed very carefully to check where the screaming, well, awful sound, came from.

I leaned my ear on the door of Unit 803.

“Oh, no sound. It wasn’t from here, I see,” I heaved, still quite mad.

With the hope of still finding out the source of that sound that caused me to have such a hideous time, I then went to Unit 802 and 801, but to my disappointment, they were muted as well, almost lifeless like there wasn’t a single soul side.

“Well, I think I have a very sensitive eardrum, then?”

Can’t they hear the loud sound? Oh, well, maybe they’re sleeping so soundly.

Last unit. Unit 805.

And it’s pretty funny how I didn’t check this unit first when it’s just in front of my unit. Unit 805 seemed to be quiet as well.

Or so I thought…

I heard the same loud sound once again, a few seconds after I turned my back against the door; this time, it was louder than earlier since I was closer to the door. The sound was like a microphone’s echo. So this is where it came from.

“Oh, for goodness sake! Seriously? A person singing at this hour?!”

“OH, I’M BLINDED BY THE LIGHTS!”

Unfortunately, it seemed like the person didn’t have any plan on stopping.

That person was even singing to that song. Although I quite like the artist of that song—I listen to them whenever I workout or simply need some energy to stay awake—it just didn’t make sense that he should sing in this divine hour where I should be having my peaceful shut-eye after a long day of unrest.

“I’m going insane! This certainly needs to be stopped now!” I fumed as if it was the end of the world. “Or else, I will go to work with drooping eyes.”

I leaned my right ear first on the door of Unit 805 to ensure that the loud sound was coming from there, even though it was obviously coming from there.

And it was, in fact, coming from there.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!” The person inside continued chanting or whatever you call that.

“Excuse me!” I knocked on the door. “Hey, Mister! You’re too loud!” I continued knocking, but no one opened the door! I got a little irritated and knocked on the door again—this time, with great force that I almost shattered my knuckles.

“Ouch—!” I groaned, pausing to calm my knuckles a bit. “Hey! If you don’t stop shouting, I will file a report!” I continued more aggressively.

I kicked the door, but it didn’t help as well. It was useless.

As much as I was trying to avoid shouting to capture the attention of this creature, uhm, human being, I still did shout, not caring if the other people would report me as well. Even so, I still did.

“Excuse me!” I continued shouting and knocking as hard as possible, my right hand grabbing the straight doorknob and trying to unlock it.

“I’m definitely serious. If you don’t stop and come out this instance, I will—”

The door suddenly opened.

Because I was grabbing the doorknob with my right hand, the door pulled me in, which caused me to lose my balance and slip a little, but someone caught me.

“You okay, Miss?” the man asked.

When I moved my head up, a smiling man looked at me. His eyebrows were frowning upon seeing my face.

“So, you’re the culprit,” I uttered.

He scoffed. “Are you gonna remove your hands from”—he eyed my hands which were on his bare chest—“or you still need some time to—”

“Jesus!” I clutched my chest, took a deep breath, and immediately removed my hands from his bare chest as fast as I could the moment I realized they were really on his chest.

I was so startled that my heart almost jumped off my chest. I felt like my face turned red.

The man in front of me smirked, crossed-arms with his body slightly leaning against the door. Like he wasn’t caring how he looked. Like he didn’t mind being shirtless in front of a woman whom he disruptively woke up.

Does this dude even care?

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