REVERSE 4 YOU

2 Just Jattawa

"Look at your numb face! Did the interview not go well? Or you're just embarrassed because of today's snowfall?"

As I returned home with a numb face, I found Vi showing up with a broad smile, excited about her anticipated vision. Fine. It did snow today. It was all over the evening news, bewildering the entire town. I'm also confused. I bothered her a lot, so now I'm feeling incredibly ashamed.

Intentionally, I changed the subject. "I'm hungry. Give me something to eat!"

"Switching topics? How rude!"

"Yes! I was wrong! I apologize for calling you a fool. "

"Hehe. I forgive you for the confession. How was the interview, though?"

"Nothing special. The professor told me that I have a 99% chance of being accepted." I won't tell her about the negative feedback. I'm embarrassed.

My sister is delighted to hear that. Then she remembers that I'm hungry. "You came back so late. I thought you had eaten out."

"Not yet. I wandered around trying to borrow some money to pay your tuition fees." Not really. Actually, we have enough for her tuition fees, but we need more money for our monthly expenses. The landlady is kind, but the charges are extremely high.

Suddenly, Vi's smile fades. "Honestly, you don't have to go through so much for me."

"I only have you in my life. If not for you, who would I strive for? A puppy?"

"I might not have a chance to repay all your debts..."

"That's right. After you graduate and start job hunting, you might get tired of me and run away or whatever. But for now, you have to open the fridge and make something for me to eat. Make sure it's something that I won't have to chew like eggshells. Serve it in my bedroom because I'm going to eat in bed." I snap my fingers to get her back on track. "I'm tough, right? Jattawa is a brutal big sister!"

"Tough, but I love you so much." Vi's face lights up with a wide grin. As she is about to wrap her arms around me, and I'm too tired to appreciate it, I raise my hand and motion for her to carry on with her duties. Then I head upstairs to my bedroom.

I toss my shoulder bag onto the bed, which is now filled with my sister's notebooks and art supplies. As I mentioned before, Vi loves drawing. And it seems like she is attempting to capture the facial features of someone through her sketches.

I couldn't care less about it. I move them to her side of the bed and lie down on the other side.

What happened earlier today is such a...

'What are you looking at? Are you a P.E. student?'

I just looked at her face; why did she have to get so angry? What a terrible person she is! What's wrong with P.E. students? Do I look like an athlete? No, not at all.

Suddenly, I sat up and slipped these words out: "Could she be crazy?"

It's possible. My thinking system is quite excellent.

"No. She looks wealthy. Her shoes could be as expensive as Vi's tuition fees."

And who am I debating with now?

I push Four, that rude person, out of my head. I promise myself that, even if we study at the same university, I won't run into her ever again. No more eye contact. She isn't a law student, based on the conversation between those two girls. She's a senior, studying international business at the business administration department. Our chances of running into each other are less than 50%.