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CHAPTER 26 (part 1)

"Should we talk to them now?"

"They're doing really good, I don't want to put
any pressure on them. Let there be. What do you think?"

"We think the same way too. But for how long?"

"Give it six more months? Let there enjoy the
happy phase."

"And if they finally ask us about it?"

"Then we'll discuss it with them."

"We're happy."

"Believe me, we are too."

*******

Everyone sat at their respective spot. "You find
your phone?"

"No. I can't believe I lost it. All of my important
contacts are there." Amber sulked as she slurped her soup.

"But that's the same phone," Conan pointed the
black device beside Amber's bowl.

"It's ReeRee's. I bought a new phone but it's too
big. I don't like it so I trade it with her. Her phone is boring, no games whatsoever. I have to
download it all over again."

"What phone did you buy?" Grace asked.

"iPhone X, I want to buy the same type like
my old one but it's no longer produced. I can't
believe their breakthrough revolution is its
size," Amber laughed. "The application is pretty
much the same, I think?"

"You should exchange it with me. I wouldn't
mind a bigger phone."

"In your dream, you short!" Amber snorted at her.

"You're only an inch taller, you dumb! Anyway,
are you going to go to that conference?" Grace
stole Conan's fries.

"I don't know, haven't talk to ReeRee about it."
Amber drank her infused water before shoving her noodles into her mouth.

"What?"

"The conference will be hold for three days
and I don't want to be all alone in different
continent with myself."

"Wow, never know you're so smitten." Conan and Grace laughed out loud. Amber stopped chewing her food to glare at her friends.

"It's a good thing, really." Conan said still
snickering.

"You say it like it's not. Stop laughing at me.

Yah!"

They didn't stop.

******

"What's for dinner?" Amber opened the fridge and picked up her ice cream.

"Amby, no ice cream before dinner." Tara reminded her.

"Just one scoop."

"Amber Freeman," the lawyer glared sternly at her.

"Put it back to the fridge. Ice cream is for
dessert not appetizer."

"But I want appetizer," she pouted. "Then have salad or something. Put. It. Back." Tara
emphasized each word.

"Dictator." Amber muttered under her breath but
did what she told anyway. She wasn't as freely as
when she didn't know about Tara's existence. She used to have ice cream for dinner, ice cream for breakfast, ice cream for midnight snack and no one would nag her for it.

But, she wouldn't barter her new life with anything in the world.

"I heard that," Tara stated whilst tasting her
cooking.

"So what? Are you going to ban ice cream from
me?" Amber pulled a face.

"Should I do that?" The pretty girl challenged her.