Antha awoke to the sun in her eyes. She squinted as she rolled over in the soft bed. She lay there as the sun continued to rise before she unwillingly got up. Antha still wore the clothes from the day before as she hadn't been able to retrieve her belongings. She stood on the cold ground, and approached the door. She was about to turn the handle when she heard a voice on the other side.
"Yes, okay, okay...Yep, yes" The voice sounded annoyed by the person on the other side.
"Yes, Okay, as soon as possible, bye bye" The voice soon turned upbeat, as if the man was smiling as he talked.
Antha heard footsteps coming to her room. She ran back to her bed and sat down. The door flung open and Pagan stood there, looking quite frustrated and tired. He held onto his phone. "Women" He muttered. "Promise me you'll never turn into one of those things". Antha froze. Pagan put his phone into his pocket. "Ah, yes, I suppose you would like to know who I was talking to" Pagan said with a slight smile, "But of course all in good time". Antha sat disappointadly at the surprises. She just wanted to go back to the shack. "But first, my dear" Pagan clapped his hands together. "Breakfast, now follow me".
Pagan led the way down a flight of stairs and a hallway, all while holding his finger in the air as if he was to announce something. Occasionly he would hold his hands together in front of him in pure delight. "Now, you're going to love today's arrangements" He said as he looked back at Antha. "And I can't wait to get started" He added. Antha roze in refusal. Pagan stopped, he looked at Antha as if she had said something rude, and Pagan was offended by her actions. "I hate it when people stop" He paused "It causes so many problems". Antha paused. "I want to go back to the shack" was all she said. Pagan rolled his eyes. "Honestly, some people can't be greatfull. He began walking to a door which lead outside. "Well, I present to you, Kyrat" He said "You will leave my humble home, and you will not return". Antha stepped outside. Pagan closed the door enough to block any entrance back in. "Live in the shack for all I care" He dismissed her. Antha froze at how quickly the man infront of her got offended. Pagan rolled his eyes in a daze. "Oh the fun we would of had". Pagan returned to reality and met Anthas soft eyes with a cold hearted stare. "Well, goodbye" He said as he shut the door in her face.
Antha soon began the long trek back to the shack. Although she had Pra's number, she didn't want to call him to pick her up. She wanted to walk in her own stupidity. The walk back took less time than the walk to the palace and Antha soon was able to open the door to the shack. When she did she was greeted by warm arms around her.
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Pagan sat at his dining table. His hands held up his head. Pagan stared at the wooden table. After a minute he stood up. "Gary... GARY! cancel today's plans" He yelled, "What? No, of course not...What? No it's that other woman...Yes, yes I know". Pagan's gaze returned back to the table.
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Antha awkwardly looked down. Pra loosened his grip on Antha, he stood back nervously. "So, umm" Pra rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the ceiling. Antha softly giggled. There was a strange feeling in Antha, she hadn't felt with any other men before. Antha enjoyed this feeling as it bubbled up inside of her. Hana laughed. "Pra, we should probably start going now". "Oh yeah, umm, Antha, we're going to meet up with the Golden Path, we wont be back until the morning" Pra explained. "Oh, Okay" Antha mumbled as they left the shack.
Antha sat on her bed. She listened to the sound of her stomach. She decided to text Pra, asking where she can find food. She searched through her contacts, but one particular name caught her eye first. She rung the number.
"Hello, listen, I'm bored, and hungry"
"Oh, of course, but what makes you think you can ring me?"
"I do"
"We'll come by, but please wear something more suitable"
Antha hung up. She looked in the mirror. "Suitable? what is suitable?" She thought to herself. "There rally isn't much I can do" She mumbled before pulling her hair into a bun and wearing a red dress she brought along, but didn't think she would need. There was a knock at the door.
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Antha opened the door revealing two men. She followed them downstairs into the living room. A familiar man stood behind the bar. "Now, that is more suitable, but you could've tried harder" The man said without taking his eyes off the wine glass in his hand. He looked up. "Well, I do suppose in these circumstances, I'll have a word with my tailor". He placed the wine glass down next to another one, and started pouring champagne into the glasses. He drew the glass up to his lips before pausing and lowering it down to the table. "I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to get dressed to eat in your own home?". Antha said nothing. "Pathetic" The man rolled his eyes. "Grab your bag, we're leaving". Antha opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted. "Apparently I'm doing a terrible job at this hospitality thing, honestly though, these women" He rolled his eyes again. "Thank god you're nothing like them". "Like what? A bitch?" Antha questioned. "No, of course not, I can clearly tell you're one of those, I meant a women" The man replied while sipping his champagne. Antha stood offended. "Anyway, we must be off now" The man emerged from behind the bar and walked to the door. He held it open. "Well come along now" He gestured to the world outside. Antha stepped through the door. "Let's try again" He said, getting riled up.
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Alright guys, chapter 9 of the story. Funniest thing happened today, I got a haircut, but it ended up a bit shorter than expected, so I've decided to dye my hair blonde and cosplay Pagan Min, should be good, like, I aint even mad it ended up shorter. So, always look on the bright side of life, lol.