Twinkle (Never Lose Those Magical Moments 🤍)

Chapter 16

"Becky, do it quick! How long do I need to wait?" Rhea shouted impatiently.

"Listen, I'm not a robot! It takes time to cook," Becky said gently, touching Rhea's head affectionately.

"Becky, it's Green's favorite cookie, and I need to give it to her," Rhea insisted, watching the oven closely.

"Just wait another 10 minutes," Becky replied, turning towards the oven to check the cookies.

Richee and Non walked in and sat at the dining table.

"Why is she standing there in the kitchen?" Richee asked, pointing at Rhea, who was standing by the kitchen door.

"She's waiting for her cookies," Becky answered with a smile.

"Come here, Rhea. Mami will bring the cookies out in a minute," Non called her over.

"No, I need to take them to Green," Rhea said, eyes glued to the oven.

As soon as the oven beeped, Rhea jumped in excitement. "Becky, it's done! Open it! Open it!" she exclaimed eagerly.

"Yes, wait a second," Becky said, transferring the cookies into a hot pack.

Rhea tried to grab the box but quickly put it down. "It's too hot!"

"Careful, Rhea!" Richee warned.

"Ok, Uncle. I'll go to Green's house now. Don't wait for me. I'll stay with her tonight. Richee, don't leave Mami alone. Take care of her," Rhea said with concern.

"If you're so concerned, take care of her yourself," Non teased.

"Non! I need to give these to Green, and tomorrow she doesn't have work. She promised to take me to the beach in the morning."

"When did you become her manager?" Non asked, laughing.

Rhea looked at Non, unimpressed. "Be quiet!" she said, shutting him down.

"Becky, is your daughter really only 5 years old?" Richee asked, amused at Rhea's mature attitude.

"Richee, don't tease her. And don't come complaining to me later if she has something to say to you," Becky said, placing the remaining cookies in front of Richee.

"Surrender! Be safe, Rhea," Richee called after her.

"Ok!" Rhea kissed Becky and headed off to Freen's house.

When Rhea reached Freen's house, she was worried to see the door locked. She sat on the stairs, waiting, counting out loud, "1, 2, 3," to pass the time.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Freen was downing another drink while Laura tried to stop her.

"Freen, stop drinking. It's not good for your health," Laura pleaded, reaching for the glass.

Freen ignored her and ordered another bottle.

"Freen, you've been drinking since noon. Please stop," Laura begged.

"Give me one good reason why I should stop," Freen slurred, looking at Laura with tired eyes.

"For you!" Laura replied, desperate to make her friend understand.

"For me?" Freen laughed sarcastically. "You know, I don't have anyone to question me!"

"So, you plan to drink yourself to death?" Laura asked, taking the bottle from Freen's hand.

"If it happens, it happens," Freen muttered, grabbing another bottle. Laura quickly stopped the waiter from serving more drinks.

"Let's go," Laura said firmly, helping Freen to her feet and guiding her towards the car. Freen took the keys from Laura and fumbled with the car door.

"I'll drive myself," Freen insisted, slumping into the driver's seat.

"Freen, you're not in any condition to drive. Let me do it," Laura said, trying to open the door again.

"No! I'll go by myself. You know what I'll do if you push me," Freen threatened, glaring at her.

"Alright, fine. I won't come, but I'll ask the driver to drop you home. Is that okay?" Laura asked, giving in.

Freen nodded weakly. Laura quickly called the driver, and once he arrived, she instructed him to drop Freen at home safely.