The girl who had been working on a Teaching Degree co-wrote a romance series with Kamarul instead.
"It's porn. Filthy porn." Amir said flatly.
"I prefer calling it tasteful erotica," Velvet sniffed back.
"Or what we could call them what they are. Romance novels." Kamarul argued.
"You call what you two write romance?" Irfan asked curiously.
"It's a love story with character development sex. What else would it be?" Kamarul asked.
"Porn is porn."
"This fascinating," Irfan said. "No wonder you and Vet get along so well."
Kamarul continued to stare at him blankly; Velvet crowed in victory.
"I think there's people in this room who are dysfunctional and I am not one of them." Velvet informed the room. "For once."
Amir snorted at her expense.
"I might as well join the crazy." Velvet drawled, proof-reading what she and Kamarul wrote.
"Our real names can't be attached to this," Kamarul says in horror five minutes after re-reading their works. "Our parents will die from the shame of knowing their children are kinky shits."
"Us?" Velvet says, her tone matching his. "They'll kill Amir and Ricchan for corrupting our minds! Our dads have guns, An-chan! They know how to use them and use them well!"
The two co-writers groaned in agony as Amir and Irfan's laughs cackled from the room.
All is well in the household.
-24th of May, 2014-
