Ineffable

57 | JUST MY 5SOS HEART SCREAMING

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Iris

Coming back home is like coming back to reality. The reality of family, friends, and... Caleb. But spending almost a week in London, I feel I am a new version of Iris Cooper. Better and refined version. I am a person full of joy, happiness, and confidence.

Except when it comes to hiding my relationship from my dearest Dad.

I remember him calling me sugar cube in the morning and I got so nervous that my voice cracked and the next thing I know I'm standing in front of Adi's place's door.

"Iris!"

"You are my savior!" I say back.

Ms. K pulls me into a hug, immediately. "No, you are a savior!"

I narrow my eyes, as we pull away. "I am?"

"Yeah, because—" She stops and holds a finger. "Wait, why am I your savior?"

Smiling, sheepishly, I say, "Yeah, you see, I did something."

"What did you do?" She raises an eyebrow, leaning against the door.

"Oh," I just wave, nonchalantly. "Just trying not to let Dad know that I'm in a relationship."

"Ohhhhh, ya, ya, ya." She grins, nodding. "Adi told me—congrats! I was always shipping you and Noah. You guys are so cute together!"

My cheeks brighten. "Thank you, Ms. K!"

"Alright, now, you got that out of the way." She nods and claps. "You are going to help Chiku with physics. He has this physics test, tomorrow, and is going cray-cray and is making me go cray-cray which makes me go cray-cray."

"A lot of things are going cray-cray," I comment, entering inside.

She closes the door, behind me, as I remove my shoes. "Yeah, I had this date today—"

"A date, Ms. K?" I nudge her, teasingly. "Who's the lucky man?"

"Shhh, Adi doesn't know."

I sigh, audibly. "I guess we all gotta hide our men from our old men."

"I know right?" She sighs. "But anyway, can you tutor my son? You are good in physics and I can pay you with milk cakes—"

"Damn, right. I am going to help Adi!" Then, I say, quickly, "I am helping him because he is my friend. Totally not because of milk cakes which I absolutely adore, by the way."

Ms. K rolls her eyes, amused. "With the amount of sugar, you and Adi eat, I am surprised you both don't have diabetes."

"Tough luck for diabetes, Ms. K!"

I trace the steps from my last visit through the hallway and up the stairs, following the pictures of the family, until I am standing in front of Adi's room door. I hear disgruntled sounds of revising formulas of what seems to be electrostatics. Taking in a deep breath, I knock on the door before opening it.

And oh, the sight that is before my eyes.

The whole room—especially the bed—is filled with books and papers I don't recognize, but I know they are of the sciences. I will be lucky to find any space in here.

Then I look at Adi laying down on the bed. He is staring up at the ceiling and is twirling the pencil in his hand.

"Bonjour, M'lady," Adi says, not looking at me. "Welcome to the doom of Aditya Subramaniam."