MANUEL'S POV

It's been a while I actually sat to watch the television. It had also been a while I cooked for myself. It had also been a while I did my own laundry.

"When did you say you were gonna get a help again?" Alexander asked as he walked out of the kitchen, holding a pack of juice in his hand.

"Don't know." I shrugged.

"Oh, so you plan on getting a help?" He asked incredulously, making me scoff at his gimmicks.

"Why not?" I asked. "I can't continue to do all the work myself."

"It's two weeks already. You promised you'd return home to Bianca today."

"Stop saying...