Mugi

IV. Beef Udon

Mugi
Beef Udon

It's already night and I haven't eaten anything. I only had a little munch of Yuru's potato chips. I haven't drank the soda she gave me as well. What was she thinking a while ago? What was I thinking? Why am I still alive?

"We're back!" a familiar voice surrounded the room--a voice full of glee. She even slammed the door open, making the people inside the room whip their heads to where they heard the noise.

"Oh, shush, Ayako. Someone is resting," Yurima warned the person who spoke.

Ayako?

"Who's resting? We're about to eat." She put a couple of plastic bags on the table and marched towards me after. She's with a slightly chubby man with curly hair extending up to his shoulder. We're both surprised to see each other.

"Miyako!" she exclaimed when she got to see me. She still wears her uniform which was the same as what I wear a while ago. Yurima threw mine in a washing tray and dressed me in her blue one-piece garment... which was too auntie.

I blushed, seeing Ayako since I didn't expect her to be there. I don't even know what to tell her. I buried myself under the winter blanket to hide.

"Mugi..." I said in a lowered tone, "I'm Mugi."

She examined my appearance with her baffling face. Not contented, she pulled off the blanket from me.

"No, no, I'm sure you're that person who wanted to jump from the bridge," she said, trying to make herself believe that she knows me. She even leaned forward and now our faces were adjacent at almost 2 inches away. "What are you up to, Mugi?"

I didn't respond and darted my sight directly into her eyes. I have the same question as hers. What is she doing here?

"Hey, that's enough, Ayako. Leave Mugi alone." Yurima pulled Ayako away from me and pushed her to the kitchen. "Help me prepare the food, okay?"

She gave me a final glare before proceeding to wash the dishes. I sighed, not knowing if it was a relief or if I'll be having a new problem.

Foods and utensils are already set on the table. The two men, the undercut guy and the chubby one were already sitting in the dining. Then Ayako followed, staring at me while Yurima was helping me to sit on the bed.

"I'll give you the food," she said and I nodded.

"Start eating already," she told the three who were waiting for her, "I need to entertain my patient first."

Her patient? That line made me a little flattered. Although I have a stinging stomach, I felt like there was a cotton fluff that comforts it. Well, Yurima stuffed a lot of cotton on my wound a while ago. But the feeling I had felt like I have a lot of cotton in my cardiovascular. Weird.

Yurima went back with a bowl of beef udon. She let it sit on the side table for a while then took a stool and sat beside me. She lifted the bowl just right in front of my chest and started to mix the noodles in it with a pair of wooden chopsticks.

"Say, ah," she ordered but I just stared at the noodles. She wanted to feed me, but I'm questioning it mentally.

"I can manage. My arms are not broken," I said, which perhaps she perceived as cold. And yes, she laughed at me.

"I know, but what if your stomach suddenly hurt like hell? You might spill your food and it will make a mess on the bed. I'm too lazy to wash clothes, especially bed sheets. I don't want you to do it either since, physically judging you, you don't wash clothes."