Two days later…
Andrew and I arrived in his villa. The things I brought fit into one medium-size travel suitcase. I packed the things I needed the most the rest of my things remained in my apartment.
“Are those all you’ve got?” Andrew asked, surprised maybe that I only have one piece of luggage.
“Yeah. I don’t need to bring everything,” I said. Anyway, I won’t stay with you longer than necessary.
“You don’t want to give up your unit?” Andrew asked.
“I own it. So it’s my permanent home.” I said proudly. Even if my apartment was small, my savings went to the down p*****t and the amortization I pay monthly. It’s still mine.
“I see. Anyway, you may buy whatever you want later.” He said with no hint of worry on his face.
Humph! I won’t touch your money. I have my own. Don’t be so confi
