The Wish You Left Behind

Chapter 19: The Conference (Part 1)

Author's Note:

Just a quick reminder to dear readers. This story is under the MATURE category. Wattpad stories under Mature might have the following scenes:

Explicit sex scene/s

Self-harm themes or scenes

Graphic depictions of violence; including but not limited to: sexual, verbal, emotional and physical abuse.

I won't include most of these, still, for the young readers and or faint-hearted ones, read with caution or don't continue at all.

For those who plan to continue, I hope you'd enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This one's for you.

YOKO

Yoko fights back a yawn as Kono fixes her hair. She’s been sitting on the stool for quite some time now. And thus far, nothing much has changed in her hair.

“Can you just leave it?”

Kono furrowed a perfectly-line brow before regarding her in the mirror. “Miss?”

“My hair. I think it’s fine as it is.”

The hairdresser gazes at Marissa as though asking for the woman’s opinion.

“Can you leave us for a moment, please?” The young woman said instead.

The woman closes the door gently, leaving Yoko alone with her friend.

Finally, Yoko let herself yawn.

Marissa hands her a bottle of water.

“No coffee?”

“Uh, uh. You already finished a large cup.” Marissa leans on the desk in front of her, crossing her arms. “You told me you wouldn’t work late yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Hmmm.” Yoko fixes her side bangs. But it’s more like to hide from the young woman’s death glare.

Marissa sigh. “Since when you didn’t keep your words, huh?”

She pulls out a loose hair on the table. “We can’t do anything about my sleepy state now. Can we just go? Besides —,” Yoko brushes up her hair. “I don’t think the protesters will appreciate a nice hairstyle, anyway.”

They would probably like to pull her hair, if given a chance.

“Right.”

A soft knock sounded on the door, earning a smile from Marissa.

“You don’t think I’ll send you alone to face the press, right?” Marissa calls out to the direction of the door. “Come in!”

Yoko holds her breath until a familiar face peeks from the ajar door.

“Fourth?”

“I thought a familiar face by your side may help to calm your nerves,” Marissa added.

She hasn’t seen Faye’s cousin for a month, despite their plan to drink sometimes, with her twin and Tiny.

Fourth, like the way they first met, takes her hand and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I promise to my cousin to look after you as best as I could.”

Yoko fights back the uneasiness as the woman mentions Faye. She gently retrieves her hand.

“I appreciate that. Thank you.”

“Shall we?” Fourth gestures at the now open door.

Yoko sigh and fixes her blouse’s collar. She faced crowds before.