Semua Bab Carisa: Bab 1 - Bab 6

New white rays shine through window and curtain just the same, showing the beauty of the many tan hues that weave together. The browns are as varied as sand dunes out dawn as pretty as the lightest of wood carried ashore upon windswept waves."Morgan!" he heard the continuous yells coming from downstairs, disturbing his sleep.Tossing to the other side, the man rubbed his face as he yawned. The ring of the phone diverted his attention when he immediately answered it blurting out, "Tell me it's not on the news."The overexcited male voice came from the other side of the phone, "Bro, you are so gone. You are so gone.""Come on, Shawn. Please, don't say this," he stood up, walking towards the windows as he raised the curtains.The sun was up, it was midday when Morgan babbled."Please, brother. Do something..." when his best friend answered, "Mate, you were holding her hand.""I  don't care about anyone. But you can hear the noises

It was midnight when Morgan was disturbed by his phone continuously ringing.Scoffing he just adjusted himself to grab his phone from the nightstand when he saw the name of the incoming caller, he cursed under his breath.In a sleepy voice, he uttered, "What is it, mother fucker?" "It is all because of your mother and now my mother won't let me sleep in peace!" the impatient yet eager voice came through the other side.He opened his eyes and laid on his back from the stomach position and asked, "What do you mean, brother? What did I do?" "The fucking lie you told about me dating that girl, dude."Taking a deep breath, Morgan answered, "I thought the discussion was over...""Oh, sure it wasn't. The way she was glaring at me with that deadly look, I can tell you, bro...she wants me to get fucking married to that fucking girl.""Fuck! I don't even know who that girl was..." Shawn was hell pissed."I know....do you want me to introduce her

Morgan woke up in the morning and got out of the bed. He was more aware of his cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated his cracked lips. Once on his feet, the room swayed almost causing him to lose balance and he reached out for the wall. His hand slipped along the high sheen paint and he sprawled onto the carpet with a crashing thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary again and he used the bedstead to pull himself to standing. This feeling meant that he had been over drunk last night. Perhaps the slap was so tight that it reminded him the whole adventurous night. He was angry, pissed and furious...but not guilty or embarrassed.And he noticed he was only in his briefs. Looking around he found his clothes from last night and started wearing them.David reached down to the breakfast where his beautiful modern wife was already sitting there, having a cup of herbal tea."Morning..." he gave a small peck on her cheeks