You Complicate Me (Complete)

Chapter 14

ARYA KANNA

I've only one week left until I pack my bag and fly back to India. I can talk to my father but what's the use? He would never let me stay where there is no safety at last not after this tragedy.

Adithya looked at Ashwin like he was some kind of gorilla, whenever Ashwin tried to start a conversation with him, he just slap him on his face and hide under my sheets like I was his bodyguard.

Kamala told Ashwin not to mention me going back to India because he wasn't at all ready to say goodbye to me. At some point, Ashwin couldn't control his anger and started behaving like a child to a real child and blabbered to him what he was warned not to say.

When Adithya heard this he was shocked and he started cursing my brother and slapped him even harder this time and came right into my arms. I was so sorry for Ashwin who just pretend that nobody had slapped him.

"Arya, please tell me this is not true. Tell me he's blabbering." He shoots a furious look at Ashwin who only made some kind of creepy face to annoy him back. "I don't like him, at all."

"No Adith, don't say him like that, say sorry to uncle." He crossed his hands and averted his eyes from neither of us like he won't talk to us.

"What? Uncle? I'm no uncle for this little man. See Arya, I'm barely 28 and I'm not even in my thirties. Eww. Just ask him to call me a brother Ashwin or something like that." He averted his face just like Adithya did, childish.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Adithya, say sorry to Ashwin." When he put any effort I pressed him. " Aaa-dith," I gave him a look.

He turned to see Ashwin's legs, quite not wanting to see his face that he made a mark on with his bare hands. "I'm sorry, Ashwin," he said with a little bit of an attitude. He looks even cuter when his attitude peeks at him.

"No, that was just a suggestion but you're not allowed to call me Ashwin," he said.

"Then why you suggested it in the first place? I'm going to call you Ashwin anyway. Nobody can stop me from calling you by that. Not even Arya, do not look at her, she won't help you with this. Will you Arya?" He smirked.

"No, I'm not. Your wish my way, master." I giggled as I bowed.

He giggled as well. When I saw Ashwin at the end of my eye, he was struggling to hide his laughter. I don't know how am I going to live without this cute little cutie pie after spending most of my wonderful time with him.

"I'm gonna miss you, Arya."

The day before my flight Kamala and her husband planned a farewell party to send me off to India. And they invited all of my friends. Well, I only had three of them, one of them was already missing out and anyways each of them who came bought me memories to take with me, which is obviously gifts, of course.

When I was about to open Kamala walked to me and tore all the name labels on it and told me to open up one by one and, with the things inside that I've to guess who gifted me that. I thought that was a good game and why not try it. Also wondered what if I guessed it wrong and broke their heart.

I picked up a pink-colored wrap and felt all the attentions were on me even Adithya was scrutinizing me, standing in front of Ashwin. I've to tell you this, they'd became best friends more than Adithya's mark left a spot on Ashwin's cheeks. I giggled.

I unwrapped it and found a cap. A cap? Yes, a cap and it says, "I heart emoji NYC."

I didn't even admire it, all I have in my mind as I've to find who gifted me this. This is why I hate games like this in situations like this. I was supposed to enjoy this moment and here I was sweating like I was in a desert and not concentrating on what was happening around me. When Adithya found me fighting my anxious he said, "Arya, I'm sure that's not what I gifted." Ashwin near him closed his mouth with his hands as Adithya struggled.

Suddenly I saw the pink wrap I just put aside and tell my mind, it's pink. And without thinking any further, I just went with, "Alexa!" I cried when I saw her crying beside me. The period I spend time with them was short more like a month or two but already we became the best of friends. If I was being honest with myself the only friends I got was after I came to New York. New York just changed my life in a good way.

"I just knew this was you. After seeing that... pink wrap I was sure that'd definitely you." she gave me a long hug which only shares without speaking that she's going to miss me.

"Me too," I told her.

Then, Akash a journal, Kamala a cookbook, a motherly gift and I appreciated that. Adithya a cute little teddy bear in sky blue color I like and said, "Arya if you feel like missing me, just hug this Mr. Adith and he'll tell me to call you and I will" he said waving his hand to kneel. When I reached for his height, he kissed me on my cheeks and I started to cry even harder as pulling him into my arms. They are correct about children, they are truly innocent than we think.

And I picked up the final box on the table and unwrapped it. And I couldn't control my laughter after all the crying and hugging's, a laughing gift. And I just walked to Ashwin and pattered on his shoulder and hugged him. A picture of me and him standing behind mom and dad showing a peace sign behind their head which only makes them look like a human with horns. I couldn't control myself and we even got a beating from our mom still a good memory to laugh.

"You too?" I squealed.

"I thought I owe you an apology for dragging you with me from this beautiful family you have here. But I've to anyways, parent's order," he said.

I cry-nodded. I can feel what he was trying to say.

Kamala on the other hand. "Okay, now lunchtime!" she shouted that made me wipe my eyes and act normal. She knows how to put a red card to my tears. "Alexa, can you help me with a table?"

They set a table in the backyard on the grass floor. She gave me a wink before she followed Kamala. Akash was still feeling guilty, so when he saw the room was emptying faster than he thought he just started following Alexa. I didn't stop him from that. I know how he'd feel.

Adithya was waving me to come back yard with him as I waved back giving him a signal, "One more minute," just like us Indians do.

Some husky and raspy voice cleared their throat behind and with a sudden sound I wasn't expecting, I jerked. My heartbeat raised as if I saw a ghost. "I'm sorry," he said, his blue eyes were even brighter in the night.

Max was standing in front of me. Blue shirt, rolled sleeves showing his left-hand tattoos, collar hiding his peeking balance tattoos, both sides of his head were medium shaved, and messy hair on the top. I was amused. Why am I observing him like I was seeing him for the first time?

"I didn't mean to scare you,"

"No, it's okay," I said as tucking my short hair behind my ear. I couldn't make eye contact with him, my hands made into a fist.

"Again, I'm sorry for late. Here," he handed over the gift. I was horrified.

When I took it from him he just walked away to the backyard giving me a smirk like he usually did. I was curious about what he had gifted me and what made him gift me. I just tore the gift wrap and when I peered at it, I was stunned. "Is he's for real?" I murmured to no one.