I really wanted to take back what had I just said! What did I just think? I offered him joining me and live with me, didn’t I? This would be a disaster. But I also couldn’t kill him just like that. He didn’t do anything wrong. He barely 18 years old also, I guess. I couldn’t take my words back could I?

“You better answer me, kid!” I grabbed his hair and pulled it, making him looked up on me. He had such a flawless face and he was indeed very cute. I knew he was hurting by my action. I could look his face showed me he was in pain. He didn't yelled or begged me to release his hair. He didn’t say a word at all. But then he grabbed my hand, which was still pulling his hair. And with his right hand, he made signs that made me even confuse. I slowly release my grip on his hair.

“Are you mute or you just do not want to talk? I don’t know a sign language. Better write it or just talk.” Even though I didn’t know what that signs meant, I could guess he maybe mute. I sighed. He didn't respond. He was rubbing his hair. Maybe I pulled it too much. I began impatient with him. Oh, yeah, I’m easy to loose control. I showed him angry face. That made him pulled something out from his pocket. I knew it was not something that would harm me. He pulled a small note and a pencil. He wrote something on it.

Yes, I’m mute.

He had a beautiful handwriting. Even though he said wrote he was mute, I didn’t believe it, I meant I didn't want to believe it. He would bring death to me.

“Don’t joke with me!” He looked very serious. Then this meant he would be bothersome and as I had said, he would be my death. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever take care a disabled person.

“So, you are serious, huh?” I brushed my hair with my hand roughly. Should I just let him go? He didn’t even know where I lived, right? It would be better, I guess. He would slow down my work if I