Hold on! Survivors of the Doomsday

Survivors of the Doomsday 8

As I stepped out of the door, a sudden urge to pee hit me. Oh no! I drank too much hot cocoa.

"Aji, I need to use the restroom. Wait for me here first!"

I left quickly, and after finishing, I ran back just as fast.

From afar, I saw Aji looking at the hot pot restaurant across the street, lost in thought, with a faint smile on his lips.

"You've been caught! You were smiling at the hot pot restaurant! You want to eat hot pot!" I pretended to wipe his drool. "Given that your private money has all been transferred to me, I'll treat you to this meal. You don't have to be too touched!"

Aji looked at me as if I were an i***t. I simply ignored his expression and dragged him towards the hot pot restaurant. Men care about face. I understand!

In the end, Aji still paid the bill. I was very angry. He coaxed me all the way until I shouted, "How do you still have private money?"

We looked at each other and smiled. Using this last bit of time, we bought a whole tricycle full of things at the nearby wholesale market. Besides food, there were toothbrushes, toothpaste, sanitary napkins, chopsticks, pots...

It was the last day, and there was no need to avoid anything anymore. I asked the driver to drive the car to the doorstep of my house. My parents were already waiting at the door. Looking at the car full of things, they were stunned.

"Are you going to escape from a disaster?" My mother was astonished.

The movers beside were all amused.

I didn't respond. I just supervised the movers as they moved the items into the house one by one. It wasn't until the last item was moved in, I settled the bill, and watched the movers drive away that I told my parents the truth.

"Mom and Dad, the doomsday is coming... Maybe you don't believe it, but I would never lie to you."

It took me half an hour to explain to them.

After listening, my parents had solemn expressions and didn't say a word.