To focus on my thesis, I often spent the entire day in the library and barely saw anyone.
Carly, who stayed in the dorm to study, had a hard time.
She often stumbled upon Aleena and her boyfriend in the bathroom, barely dressed, kissing passionately.
A few times, it was even worse.
After taking a shower wrapped in a towel, Carly would find five or six strange men suddenly in the living room.
They would stare at her lecherously, ogling her, making lewd gestures and whistling.
Carly only found out what had happened after questioning Aleena.
These men were her boyfriend's roommates, who had been invited over for drinking and card games.
Carly was furious, her eyes red with anger.
"Having people over for dinner is one thing, but at least she should clean up! Every time she just leaves with her boyfriend, leaving a mess of cigarette butts and empty bottles, and leftover food on the table. I'm the one who has to clean up! She doesn't even say thank you, and acts like I owe her! Why should I?"
I frowned.
It seemed I needed to have a serious talk with Aleena.
That night, I addressed these issues with Aleena via WhatsApp.
Her response was immediate.