"I thought you said you knew how to wash clothes?!" I yelled at the Arab beside me.
"Correction," he replied nonchalantly, "I said, I know how to cook. I never said anything about other housework."
"Then why did you use the washer when you didn't know how to operate it?!"
"Because, how hard can it be?"
I glared at the idiotic omega who forced himself to live with me in my house.
"Now, look at the mess you did! There are soap suds all over the laundry area!" I kicked the knee high sea of foam towards him. "Why the hell did you dump the whole bottle of liquid detergent in the tub?!"
"It said in the instructions to put 1 cup full for every 10 pieces of clothing..."
"Ten pieces of clothing! NOT ten pieces of underwear and socks!" I cut in. "Do you actually have a brain?! And you dare call yourself a scientist?!"
"It is simply a case of trial and error," he replied, seemingly unfazed by my words. "Now, I know better."
"And just who the hell gave you permission to wash all my clothes?" I raged on. "Yesterday I almost had an asthma attack when you put the vacuum cleaner in reverse inside the house, and now you empty my whole socks and underwear drawer into the washing machine?! Just what am I supposed to wear now?!"
"Aren't you wearing clothes right now?" he asked sarcastically with a straight face.
"What if I decided to take a bath?!"
"Do you plan to take a bath today? You just took one yesterday, and you don't stink yet."
"Well, what if I DO plan to take a bath?"
"Then I will go buy you new ones."
I raise my hands to his neck in an attempt to strangle him.
He didn't even blink.
The bastard knew that I couldn't actually strangle a 'prince' like him.
"Punyemas! [damn it] Why the fuck did you have to mess with my clothes?!"
"They stink of mildew."
"So? What's it to you? Are you the one who needs to wear it?!"
"No, but I am forced to smell you since we are living together."
"Was I the one who forced you to live here with me?!"
He no longer replied, instead, he took the garden hose and proceeded to wash the soap suds out through the driveway. I groaned and went back inside the house to look for the instruction manual for my automatic washing machine.
God dammit. Why did I ever let that damn Arab in my house in the first place?!
Ah, that's right, he's actually Egyptian, but they all look the same anyway. Besides, the whole Middle East have long since been united as the United Arab Countries of the Middle East after Darwin's Cleansing.
That's where he comes from, the UACME.
A self proclaimed genius 'prince' who's been through dozens of courses and degrees that he thinks he knows everything there is to know in the world.
It's a good thing he knows how to cook. He's damn good at it, too. If it wasn't for that, I would have kicked him out of my house already, even if he IS a dominant omega.
"Here, read that before you decide to use the washer again," I tossed the instructional manual at him. "You should at least know how to use that, right?"
"Thank you. It would have helped a lot if you had given this to me earlier."
"It would have been even better if you told me you planned to use the washer in the first place!" I snapped back.
"You were busy in the lab, I didn't want to disturb you."
"And you think filling my house with soap suds wouldn't disturb my work?"
I pointed at my driveway that was currently covered in knee-high, wall-to-wall soap suds.
The idiot simply shrugged and continued hosing the suds past his parked car and out of the gate entrance.
I sighed in resignation before heading back to my laboratory.
I took some blood samples from my cold storage and was placing them in my rotator, when I heard an explosion!
The lights suddenly went out.
"What the fuck happened now?!"
I went back down and saw the idiot Aahmes in the middle of the soap suds, staring at my smoking washing machine.
"What the fuck did you do now!?"
"I think I accidentally got the outlet wet."
"Accidentally?! How could you ACCIDENTALLY get my power outlet wet?!"
"Perhaps because the place is covered in soap suds and I had no idea where it was."
"Son of a... then what are you doing standing there like the idiot you are? Do you plan to get electrocuted as well?!" I roared at him.
I went back inside and turned off the house's main fuse box. When I got back, I saw Aahmes taking all the clothes out of the washer and stuffing them in a big black garbage bag.
"Oi, where are you taking that?"
"To the laundromat nearby," he simply answered.
"You should have dome that from the start!" was my irate reply.
I helped him stuff my socks and underwear in another bag, together with the rest of my clothes which he hauled out of my closet. He left for the laundromat after that.
"Haay! Finally! Some semblance of peace and quiet have returned to my house!" I said out loud as I slumped down on my sofa, just to rise up again to hose the remaining soap suds from the driveway.
It was easier to clean, now that his car was no longer parked inside the garage. I took a look at the fried washer after that. I would have to send it to the service center, good thing it's still under warranty. I then went to the fuse box and tried to switch the power back on, only to realize that we blew a fuse.
Good thing I have a back-up generator for the lab.
I decided to call an electrician who came over in 15 minutes and got the lights back on. Meanwhile, Aahmes still haven't returned from the cleaners.
Though irritated, I had no choice but to get my phone and ask him where the fuck he's at.
'Where the hell are you?'
'I am on my way home right now.'
On my way, eh...
I heard a car horn outside.
I looked out the window and saw two cargo trucks in front of my house!
I hurriedly went out the side gate and saw Aahmes coming out of his car.
"Can you open the main gate so we can let them in?"
"Ha?!" I stared at him dumbfounded.
"I bought a new washer and dryer and some other stuff to replace the one I broke."
"Ha?" I scratch my head.
Aahmes went past me and opened the bigger gate in the driveway.
"Okay, you can take them in now!" he called to the men in the cargo trucks.
"You didn't have to buy a new one, I could have just taken it to the service..."
I was stumped to see the delivery men carry out a front loading washing machine. It was followed shortly by a dryer.
"Please place those at the right side of the house."
"Why did you have to buy two of them?!" I asked.
"These are easier to use."
"Says who?"
"Said the sales personnel at the appliance store."
"Well, who's gonna pay for them?!"
"Don't worry, I already paid for everything," he replied, grimacing at me.
"Sir, where do we place the oven?" asked a deliveryman, followed by four men carrying a huge box!
"Inside the kitchen, follow me..." and Aahmes proceeded to give the deliverymen a tour of MY house.
"Teka, teka, [wait, wait] why did you buy an oven?!"
"It is very inconvenient to use a single burner induction stove," he replied, then called to more deliverymen who brought in MORE boxes.
"Please place the coffee maker and microwave oven on the counter, you can place the Refrigerator over there."
I gaped at a huge box carried by SIX deliverymen.
"Why did you buy all this stuff?!"
"Of course, how can I cook if all you have is a small stove and a miniature refrigerator?" he pointed at my 4 cubic feet ref.
"That's because I never needed much stuff in the first place!"
"Oh, don't worry, I bought them for myself," he replied, "that way, you won't get mad in case I break them."
"Ha?!"
So, he actually got offended earlier?
"Sir, we've already placed the sofa set and tables in the living room, where do we put the beds?"
"What beds?!"
"I bought proper beds for your rooms."
"Why? What's your problem with my beds?"
"The singles are too small," he replied as he walked up the stairs with the deliverymen, "I bought double beds for both of us, the singles can go in the extra rooms."
"And who told you to rearrange my house?" I complained.
"Don't worry, you can keep everything when I leave."
"That's not the problem!" I exploded.
"Umm... Sir?" another deliveryman called my attention uncertainly, "Where do we place the bath tub?"
I gaped at the large ivory tub they were carrying.
"And just where the hell do you plan to put that?!"