You haven't called me since morning.

I've been busy. Like, the whole day.

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So, what's up?

No. Nothing. Never mind.

What is it?

Nothing. So how's your day?

It was terrible. Hectic. The client went berserk and demanded we deliver everything by today. The whole team went crazy and we had to work through lunch and all. Of course, Jiangyi tried to speak to the client, but he was exceptionally mad today. Think maybe because we've been too far behind.

Oh.

Yeah, and then Tim had to get sick today - of all days - and we actually had to call to ask him where the files are, what's the latest updates and all. It's crazy, I'm telling you.

Tim.

Yeah, Tim. Think I showed you his pic before. Like, slightly bald at the top, with like a wisp of hair sticking out, skinny dude. Project lead.

So you were too busy to pick up my calls?

Yeah, I mean - hey, I'm sorry, okay? I had to handle the clients' requests and work with the team. And their requests and modifications just kept coming in, I almost couldn't handle. I saw your missed calls, but I just couldn't afford the time to -

Even now? At what, 1 at night?

I just reached home. Like, half an hour ago. And just had my bath. And then you called. I was going -

Bathing is more important than me then?

What the - hey, it's a bloody long day and I don't want to fight. In fact, right after this I have to go back and tie up some -

(Click.)

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You just hung up on me.

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What the fuck is wrong with you?

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Say something!

Actually,...

You know what, I've had enough of your nonsense. This is not the first time, remember. The last time you called me randomly during a meeting, I nearly lost a client. And what's with the endless missed calls? I know you've lost your job and you're like goddamn free, but that doesn't mean you can screw with my time. I've work to do, you know.

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You're not fucking behaving like an adult, that's what it is. Normal people like us work and earn money and live, not like you. I don't have a rich dad like yours to feed me while I bump around, and you know what? We have responsibilities too, you know. The world is not some fucking rose bed or something, and I don't live on some bloody fantasy or emotional crap.

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Nineteen missed calls! Nineteen! And you have the nerve to call my office too, when we were all in this battle mode and struggling to deliver.

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This have to stop, really. You have to wake up to reality and finally know that this is the real world. And the real world don't condone childish behavior like yours.

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Go get a job. Okay? Ask your dad for one if you must. Go search online. Send resumes. Please. Otherwise we won't, we can't go anywhere. Not when you're needy like this. You need to do something about this.

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Said enough?

Yeah. I mean, I'm sorry, but it's just...

Don't be sorry. You're right, I'm a needy kid who can't get my head over reality and fantasy and I'm a psycho who needs to cut off my phone and stop harassing you and I need to get a job from my dad... Except that he's dead.

What?

Yeah, he's dead.

What? Who? Your dad?

Yes, you heard me, you selfish fucker! He died, this morning. Car crash. I called you over and over and you won't fucking pick up the phone! Where were you when I needed you? Who told me to fuck off when I called your office, just to tell you I need you by my side? My father died! He died! My only, my only father!

Shit. I'm sorr...

Fuck you you're sorry! My mom was there and I had to act strong and take care of her while she cried like she's insane. And my sisters, too. And where the fuck were you? Even Rita was there. Daryl too. Where were you? Where were you when I fucking need you?

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And you have the nerve to tell me off. To tell me to behave like an adult. Does a fucking adult walk away when his loved one needs help? Does he block everything out just because he's...fucking busy?

You should have text me...

Text you? Will you read it if I did? Or will you ignore it because it's me who sent the damn message? And how the fuck do you expect me to text you? What am I suppose to say? To type? My dad is dead? Do you fucking think I could have done that? Do you think I could have fucking typed my father died, just like that? Use your brain, adult!

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Say something. Why don't you fucking say something now!

I...

And don't fucking tell me you're sorry because you're not! You're not fucking sorry! I'm fucking sorry that I ever known you, and that I expected you to be there with me in times of pain! I'm fucking sorry my dad died and nobody was there to share my fucking pain!

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It doesn't matter now. I've more important things to attend to than to waste time on this. Right after this, I've to go tie up some loose ends on the hospital side and his business stuff. And my mom, too. She's a mess.

Please, let me help. I'm, I'm really sorry...

Don't be. I told you, don't be. Gotta go. さようなら。

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