It was as if a bomb had suddenly exploded in my chest, my god! What's wrong with this man?

"I don't know about you, Klark! Have some coffee so you can wake up. You really drunk ah." I just said and simply pushed him to have a little distance.

He chuckled. I heard his deep sigh then took the cup from the table and drank.

When he groaned, he frowned. He chuckled again. Then shook his head while looking at me as he holds the cup. It looked around at me and at the cup. Okay. What is he laughing? Do I look like a clown to him?

"What's wrong?"...