Glimpse of Yesterday

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"You hungry?" He asked in a soft tone.

I bit my lower lip and loosened my hug on him but he wrapped his hands around my shoulder and rubbed my arm. He was looking at me intently so I looked down on my crossed feet and slowly nodded.

"Okay, I'll get some food. Just stay here."

I didn't respond so he stood up and head his way to the kitchen. And when I confirmed that he's not looking at me anymore, I looked at him who's now currently transferring the soup on the pot to the bowl. He's serious and I can't help but to stare at his serious face.

Shit that damn shit handsome face.

He looked at my direction so my heart suddenly skipped a bit when he caught me staring at him. I eventually avoided his gaze and bended both of my knees to hug it tightly.

Shit. He caught me.

He coughed but he didn't said a thing. I took a quick glance at his direction and he was smiling while biting his lower lip. His eyes were on the bowl but seems like his mind was traveling to another dimension.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit that smile.

I shifted my attention to my knees but I can't help but to once again, stare at him; it was like he's the north pole of a magnet and I'm the south pole being uncontrollably attracted to him even with every parts that contradicted each other.

He's decent, while I'm rude. He's zingy, while I'm not. He's auspicious, while I don't. He's normal, but I'm not. And he believes in me, while I can't.

Everything of his just diametrically opposed mine.

"What are you thinking?" His voice that slapped me back to reality.

"Nothing. . ." It was late to realize that he's already sitting beside me.

I crossed my legs so he put the tray on my lap. I looked up to him when he stood up.

"Eat," he smiled.

I wanted to ask if he's gonna eat or not but I chose not to so I just nodded.

I don't know why it still haunts me but I just felt like if I'm being nice to someone, they'd do the opposite to me. Just like what I've experienced. . .

. . . with my first and probably last friend.

Because I'm not going to trust another friend anymore.

He's gone so I once again felt lonely and empty. Nevertheless, I ate the hot soup. I don't know what recipe is this but it tasted sour and savory. There are pork swimming on the soup and vegetables.

Too sour. I don't like it.

"Oh? Already finish?" His voice that made me shriek.

I looked up to him who's standing in front of me. I licked my lips before biting my lower lip.

"The bowl is too small. Do you have a big bowl?"

He chuckled.

"You're metaphorically saying that you want another one?"

I didn't respond, instead, I just gave him the clean bowl.

"Next time. Big bowl." I then avoided his gaze.

He chuckled and grabbed the tray on my lap.

"At your service, Miss!" He enthusiastically shouted before turning his back on me.

I bit my lower lip to stifle a smile.

Shit.

I waited for him to return and just like what's expected, he's carrying a tray with a large bowl. I pretended not to care even though mentally, I'm scolding him to be faster.