My Angel

CHAPTER 32

IRIN

Ding.

The sound I've been waiting for got me up from my very comfy position on the couch faster than the speed of light, and I went to the kitchen to get myself the very much deserved cup of instant noodles I've been craving for the entire day.

Totally disregarding the kitchen timer, I took the seat right in front of my much awaited meal and took off the lid, basically the only thing stopping me from enjoying the delicacy. Ready to dig in, I reached for my chopsticks only to be disappointed when I found none. Only then did I realize that I have forgotten to get it ready earlier. So, despite my refusal to part with my noodles, I went to get myself some utensils to finally be able to eat and went back to the table as fast as I could.

Once again making myself be prepared to indulge with my food, I quickly started to dig in to my meal when the doorbell suddenly started ringing nonstop.

Annoyed with the second interruption of my supposedly happy time, I reluctantly placed down my chopsticks and headed out to the front door. The ringing of the bell was unrelenting and only stopped when I finally answered the door.

"Irin" the sight of a very worried and obviously fretting Richie was what welcomed me, and for some reason the first and only word that came to mind was Becky.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I started getting anxious by his uncharacteristic act in the middle of the night. "I know that I'm bothering you but I need your help" he said frantically "I really think that Becky needs you right now" he was almost begging but despite his troubled state, I can tell that he didn't want to force me into doing anything and is genuinely asking for help.

What could have happened to have this normally calm, collected and unserious guy to be acting like this right in front of my house?

Feeling more and more concerned, I didn't hesitate and quickly agreed to accompany him back to their house.

"What happened, Richie?" I finally managed to ask after the car started moving, quite quickly, if I might add. "Bec was crying" he answered. His words were simple and easy to understand, but his voice was dominated by fear and concern.

Normally, you'd think of such thing as trivial and nothing to be worried about. Some might even think that he's simply over acting and simply loves sister so much but I know these siblings well enough to know that Becky is not someone who would cry over nothing and that Richie is definitely overprotective of his sister but is not someone who would lose his mind over something so simple. Thinking about this simply made me worry even more but I know better than to escalate the situation with me freaking out as well.

Throughout the drive, Richie took his time to brief me on what had happened without actually telling me all the details, and I couldn't help but admire how much he adores his sister. He wants to help her but he knows that he can't solve her problems, and lets her walk the path that she chooses.

Becky is truly very lucky with her family.

With the room door left ajar, I let myself in carefully. After taking a quick look around, it didn't take me long to realize that she was still inside her bathroom. Though I was feeling a bit uneasy thinking of how long she have been inside, I gave myself five minutes of waiting time and sat down on the bed right in front of the bathroom door.

Thankfully, it didn't take that much time before Becky finally came out.

Despite the dim lights inside her room, I can tell that her eyes are swollen, and the weak smile is a dead giveaway of her effort to stay strong.

"Hey" I called out as warmly as I could.

"Hi" was her weak answer.

I know she's someone with a strong personality, so I know that whatever happened has truly gotten into her. I stood up from the bed and opened my arms to welcome her into an embrace, which she answered quickly by walking towards me.

Walking closer, I noticed how her eyes were slightly red. Seeing her in that state really hurts my heart, but I know that I need to be strong. Becky needs all the help she can get right now, and I'm here to help her as much as I can.

After bawling for quite a while, Bec and I started talking as we lay down on the bed. Well, it was more Becky talking and me listening.

I spent the rest of the night listening to her as she retold her side of the story until sleep finally crept in and overtook her exhausted self. Though I understand the reasoning behind her heartbreak, I just couldn't help but feel confused about things.

To be honest, I first felt confused when Bec told me that P'Freen has a lover because I was so sure that she felt the same as Becky. I could see it from their interactions—the way they act, move, talk, and everything else. I was so adamant on pushing Becky to realize her feelings for P'Freen to even things out, so never in my wildest dreams did such a thing happening ever cross my mind.

Is it possible that I simply got everything wrong and that P'Freen never really felt the same way towards Becky, or is P'Freen so incredibly dense that she never realized how she actually feels for Becky? I have to get to the bottom of this, but for now I better keep this to myself.

After a bit of time, I left the room knowing that Richie would be waiting no matter how long it takes to make sure that her precious baby sister is doing fine, and just as predicted, I found Richie seated outside the room still being a little fidgety.

I quickly signaled for him to stay quiet and got him to follow me downstairs before I finally assured her that Bec is and will be fine. Hearing what I just said, he finally let go of a deep sigh and relaxed. He kept thanking me and apologizing, but I didn't really mind it all; I was actually glad that I got to help.

As a thank you, he offered me a meal or snack, and without second thought, I asked for a cup noodles that I've been craving all day, which he quickly prepared for me.

I was about to dig in when the sudden image of a lonely cup of a now fully bloated instant noodles alongside a small kitchen timer and casually placed down chopsticks appeared in my mind, effectively stopping all my movements and completely dowsing my enthusiasm with the graciously presented food right in front of me.

"Mom's definitely going to kill me" was the only thing I was able to say after letting go of a sigh that caught the attention of the man in front of me.

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