𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 6

Richard
Untill evening we didn't talk much. We took our lunch together and later she fell asleep due to the medicines. I didn't disturb her and came back to my room. I did my office work, and set up the meeting time for tomorrow. At Evening her condition has improved quite a bit. We conversed a little.
"You like pastry?"
She is eating the pastries I brought for her.
"I love sweet things!"
Maybe every sweet person likes sweets.
"You? Don't you like pastry?" She didn't take her eyes from the pastry though.
"Well... I do like sweet things."
"That's unexpected." This time she gave her full attention to my words instead of the pastry.
"Well....My aunt, who adopted me, was a baker and I was her sweetness tester so maybe my love for sweets comes from there. "
"Aunt?... Your parents?"
"Dead. They died when I was four or five. Then my father's sister took me in." It's been years since I talk about my parents with anyone.
"How?" This time her smile turns neutral.
"We were coming back from a circus by our car. Suddenly a truck came and our car collapsed with it. I don't know what happened after that. Doctor said my parents were dead and I survived somehow. After four days, when I opened my eyes, I was in hospital and there was my aunt beside me. Everything was complicated for me. After my parent's funeral, she officially adopted me."
"I'm sorry." There was deep sorrow in her voice.
"Don't be. I didn't remember my dad and mom's faces anymore. My aunt loved me like her own child. She raised me, tried to make me an ideal man. I'm always debtful to her."
"Where is she now?"
"She took her last breath when I was in college first year."
Yeah, that's the last time I cried for anyone. I loved her. She was my 2nd mother.
This time she didn't say anything. Maybe she didn't find anything so say. There was odd silence between us so I tried to break it.
"So what about you? How's your parents?"
She was spaced out by my story but now her face darkened.
"My mom was ki- died. Father..... Well.... He's..." She paused for a moment. "Better say it's a mess."
She looked like she doesn't want to talk about it so I didn't insist anymore. I changed the topic.
"The soup you gave me was good. I never drink anything like that before."
Her eyes shone again.
"It's a secret recipe I've learnt from a Japanese cook. I know many traditional dances of Japan. The dance you saw of mine that day, was one of it." She got excited. Her mood is unpredictable as the weather. But at least she's smiling now.
"You like Japanese stuff?"
"I love Japan. It's my homeland after all."
"I guessed that you're an asian. So when you've moved out to Paris?" I actually want to know.
"When I was 18. After graduating high school I came here to be an artist with my mom. She was an Italian model."
"So why France? You can go to Italy instead ."
"The beauty of France made me fall in love with this place. So I came where."
"That's something."
"How about you?" The curiousity is written all over her face.
"I'm a software engineer. I born in France 28 years ago." I casually said.
"28? You're just 3 years elder than me? But you talk like.... what can I say.... Like grandpa.!" I can't get if she's making fun of me or she's really confused!
"Yes miss."
"Girlfriend?"
"Don't have any."
"Wine or Scotch?"
"Whiskey"
"Summer or winter?"
"Fall."
"Lamborghini or Mercedes?"
"Rolls Royce."
"Old money style or modern?"
"Old money."
"Kill or be killed?"
"Depends on the situation." For her sake I can kill anyone even myself.
"Any best friend?"
"Only one, William."
"Base ball or soccer?"
"Chess."
"Maths or Physics?"
"Both."
"I suck at both...Topper or backbencher?"
"I didn't like to go school but... Topper. "
"Money or Power?"
"Money brings power."
"Fair enough. Last one."
"Me or...."
"Always YOU."
She surprisingly stared at my face and I didn't need any time to realise. I answered her before she even finished the question.
"Well I'm protecting you so..." What a stupid excuse!
"Oh I see!" She looked convinced and laughed.
That was a close call. I also laughed with her but I laughed on my stupidity.
"Hey Mr. Mildfold, can I call you by your name? And you can call me by mine too. Maintaining formality is such a hassel."
"No objections." I've already called her by her name.
"So, Richard. Don't you have work next day?"
"Yes. I've." I almost forget to tell her. "And I'll be late. So don't wait for me take your dinner and medicine in time."
"Extra work?" She innocently looked at me with her bright brown eyes. Her eyes are just so majestic that sometimes I want to get lost in those.
"No exactly. I've to meet with William."
"I see. Well Good luck! Do your best. You can do it." She fired up but why?!
"For what? I'm not going to any war!" I make an annoyed face.
"You don't like a talkative person. And I read in a book that for a person like you, talking to other person is close to a war." She looks like a child. I genuinely brust out laughing at her answer. My laughed until my stomach starts to hurt.
"What a logic! He's my childhood friend and we get along very well." I try to stop laughing. She pouted her mouth and I started to laugh again. Life's never dull with her. "Well 9:30 pm already. You should sleep now Emma. Good night, see you tomorrow." I patted her head.
"Stop it. I'm not a child." She's still pouting. "Good night."
"Lock the door." I got up and came out from her living room. "Well stop pouting neither your cheeks will hurt. Anyway you looks more hellion in this way." I lied. No one looks more cuter than her in the universe. But from the time I'm able to know what kind of face she makes when she is teased, I love to tease her.
"Wh-what!? Damn you nerd!"
I got out and she locked the door while shouting.
All of a sudden, my grey sky got a rainbow, and my life became full of colours. I don't want to lose the rainbow, the colour. I must treasure her. And I'll. Definitely.