We drove in silence but I had to give him directions to my apartment from time to time. My eyes were glued to the window and I never bothered looking at his direction. I’m still shaken at what the hell happened in the past few hours.

If I had just stayed in bed, none of this shit would have happened.

I heaved a sigh. I saw his eyes flicker to me from my periphery, but I did not dare to look at him directly in the eyes. The vehicle came to a stop. We were already in front of my apartment building. As soon as he unlocked the door, you better believe I unfastened my seat belt and went out immediately as if my life depended on it. I started walking fast. I thought about running but decided not to, because people might think I've gone mad.

I pressed the elevator button and was thankful that an elevator was instantly available. I went in, pressed the button to close the door immediately. The elevator door was almost closed until a hand came in between the gap of the doors, making them open once again.

To my horror, it was none other than the Neanderthal himself.

Just my luck. He went in slowly and I shut my eyes hoping this is just a bad dream that I need to wake up from. Can’t he just leave me alone? There were just two of us in the elevator car and he decided to position himself behind me.

As the elevator ascended, I saw his reflection by the wall of the elevator in front of me. His arms were crossed, and he was just looking at me, intently. As soon as we reached the floor to my apartment, I walked out of the elevator and I could hear his footsteps following behind me. I unlocked the door and was about to shut it complete until his hand was in the way…again. I opened the door slowly and looked at him.

“I’m home. Good night.” I didn’t have the strength to argue. He didn’t say a word, but he let himself in.

This is not happening.

He was unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and started looking around my apartment.

He started walking by the living room and then to my piano. “You play?” I am flabbergasted how he just nonchalantly asked a question as if nothing happened. This guy needs to see a therapist. No, he needs to see a mental health provider because he’s worse than someone who’s clinically diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.

This guy is unbelievable.

And my dumbass self, had the audacity to respond back to his question. I massaged my temples. “I’m a pianist.” I told him. He lifted the fallboard and with his single hand, tried to play the melody of Für Elise by Beethoven.

He got the first five keys correctly and then the succeeding, not so much. He tried it again, his eyes fully concentrating, getting the right keys but failed. I didn’t realize I was already next to him and found myself fascinated by how this man was acting like a raging mad man a few hours ago and now, looking gentler like a cool winter breeze.

“Play for me.” he said in a whisper. I could see his eyes glittering against the shadows looming around us. The lights were not on, but the apartment was illuminated by the city lights outside. It was quiet for a moment.

I can hear my heart beating loud against my ears. We both sat by the piano bench and I played Fur Elise. In an instant, my whole apartment was filled with Beethoven’s music. My eyes were closed, feeling every rhythm and beat the organ produced. As soon as I stopped, I did not realize that he was looking at me.

His eyes filled with admiration. “Why haven’t you told me?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I honestly did not know. We shared a lot of things in Bali, but personal information didn’t seem to matter at that time.

“Sleep with me. Please.”

His hands cupped my face. Then I realized, there he was. The man I saved not too long ago. The man who made my heart skip. The man I’ve been missing for what felt like a long time. The man who I spoke to under countless stars.

I’m in deep trouble.