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Sex, Guns and Words: EIGHT

Prior to his university life, he made friends with a guy whom he had met during his stay in Malacca. Roccha is the guy’s name and as they shared their past stories, they noticed how similar they were in a sense. The hardships of life struck open them unprepared.
Roccha is in a band which is called the Visage. When asked why they chose the name, Roccha explains the name means face which is a perfect fit for the band’s status as they are still new to the music world and can be anything they want to be.
Even after he had left Malacca, they still keep in contact once in awhile to ensure the bridge of friendship remains as solid as the first night they met.
Now in the present, Sam wishes to be back in a time where everything was not as hard as it is now but he knows such thing is only possible in his dreams. Unlike Roccha, his current colleague is an asshole in his opinion.
Roza sits by the living sofa with his gun holster visible in sight for Sam to noticed. It is a sign of authority and danger.
“You should hide that shit man. People might come here.” he said.
“People or just that one chica you’ve been seeing lately?” Roza questioned him.
Roza takes out a folder from his bag with the front page written as ‘CONFIDENTIAL’.
“It’s another job?” he asked.
“What do you think mate?” Roza replied sarcastically.
Roza finishes his coffee as he looks at his friend. Sam feels underwhelm of the whole situation but orders are orders.
“Do I really have to go?”
“It’s not up to me but remember what you said?”
“About what?”
“You saved all of us after that mind-blowing statement.”
“A squad functions perfectly when each unit member learns to compromise and communicate. Ya'll disappoint me.”
“Ask yourself if you really have to go or not.” Roza shuts the front door as he casually leaves the apartment building.
Sam shouts in anger, he is releasing his tensions and fears of what will or would happen during the job.
“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck! Arghhh! Motherfucker!” he shouts while kicking around the furniture in the living room.
“Fuck this bullshit.” he leaves his apartment.
Outside - he takes out his phone and dials Susan’s number. On the opposite side of the call is Susan reading her textbook about business communications. She hears her phone ringing to the song of  ‘Me and You’ and picks it up. To her surprise, it is the person that would make her smile for no reason at all. Yes, she is smiling.
“Hello there mister. How can I help you?” she teases.
“Come here now.”
“Woah what’s up with the tone? Something happened?” she asked.
“Just come. I’ll be waiting for you at Kate’s Cat Cafe.”
He hangs up. She rushes out to meet him.
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