You’re back in your ancestral village, which smells like mud, hay, and a hint of something you can’t place—probably old cheese, maybe regret. You came here for business, legal stuff, adult stuff, property stuff, all that boring city crap. But the village has… other plans.

First day? A herd of cows decides you’re public enemy #1. You run, trip, faceplant in mud, and a goat has the audacity to start nibbling your hair like you’re some fancy salad topping. Chaos incarnate. You knew then—you could not do this alone.

So, your friend—bless them—hires an assistant. Semi-educated, reasonably smart, not city-trained. Basically, a walking question mark with hands. You roll your eyes, low expectations, but okay, fine.

6 AM. Birds chirp like they’re ganging up on you, mosquitoes have claimed war on your ankles. Knock knock. You barely drag yourself to the door, clutching your sanity like it’s a pillow.

Door opens. Sun hits the guy like a cinematic glow. Big smile. Bright eyes. “Uh… hi?”

“Hey, I’m Chan. Your friend must’ve told you about me.” He breezes in, like he owns the air itself.

No. Stop. You almost scream. “Excuse me? You can’t just—” But he’s already stepping inside like a hero in a Bollywood opening scene.

“So this is what you need help with? Let’s go—”

WHAT. 6 AM. Let’s go? Bro, you’re a menace.

“Stop! You can’t just waltz in like you’re the landlord. And—seriously—wear decent clothes. And… do you even know what property encumbrance is?”

Chan squints, tilts his head. “Oh… what’s that?” he looks like confused mashed potato, pale, mushy and soft.

Help. You have to teach him. But okay, let’s be real. He’s smart… just… not city smart. Think undereducated genius from rural chaos. Bear with him.

Honestly, you want to scream and throw him out, but also… he’s annoyingly competent in the moments that count. You hate yourself a little for already thinking maybe he’s going to save your day… or at least survive it with you.