Seeing Josh and Franklin walk past along the hallways. Olivine taking glimpses on the clock, it's time to lock the vault where the jewelry antique collection is stored. Olivine ignored them; all is in her mind to give full attention to Katarina.
"People talk..." Olivine held her hand.
"Yes, and I struggle with those thoughts seeing the kids of him; it's hard to process it. I can't imagine and why I am not around most of the time in my mother's house. I kept it down. I need to find myself again. To start again after all those years I've been missing, I lost myself with him. I don't know myself anymore, Oliv," she said, taking a sip of her drink. She didn't dare to look at Olivines.
"I find peace in the penthouse, and with you by your side. I don't open up things or talk about it because it's hard for me to process it until now. I still can't believe what just happened—everything he did. Right now I felt freedom on my chest. None keeps telling me things or to do this and do that; none keeps telling me things on what to do. I feel like I start learning how to walk again." Katarina took the drink and had a little sip again.
"I'm so grateful your here, with me the life I have now," Katarina paused. Shifting her attention to those paper bags, she started getting curious to open the other food container, looking at what was inside.
"You're not ready to open up. I asked you if you need counseling or therapy; I'll have one for you, but you declined the offer, and I respect it," Olivine said, wiping her lips with a tissue.
"Not all men are like that, but most of them are entitled to objectify women as their property and entitled to it. Men are always entitled, especially those around the church who have a circle of people with them," Olivine is listening.
"And I cannot blame you for how you feel," she said, kissing Katarina on her forehead and looking at her meeting her eyes.
"People start to talk, and I ignore them; well, I'm a Ferguson media person who makes money out of it," Olivine smiled.
"And I don't care this time at all; the more issues they have, the more money they have," she added, smirking how those local media works.
Observing Katarina continue trying the food in front of them. She picks a bite size, and she seemed to like it after she tasted it.
Olivine continues testing those foods; Katarina keeps opening those several containers of food and had some try, and she pays more attention to it.
"I'm here if you need something or anything," Olivine offered.
"Don't mention funds again; don't pour money on me, Olivine. I'm not that kind, and don't let and put a label on it. I'm simply your girlfriend." Katarina's strong words came out.
Olivine saw the gripped on the fork made of thin bamboo, and she strongly snapped it on her hand, subconsciously.
"Woah.!" Olivine held her hand up on the air, surrendering.
"Easy...I didn't mention any; I only offered help," she said, being defensive.
"Okay, calm down calm down." Olivine took another fork made of bamboo placed on her hand. Katarina paused and held the fork anew, same as she snapped.
"I appreciate everything, Oliv, and yes, I love the place. It makes me feel safe and sleep peacefully at night, and I can rest my mind and body there—reasons I get fully recovered fast," she said. starting picking up the container of the noddles, including the chopsticks in it.
"Here and careful, the soup is still hot," she said on the noodle container she gave Olivine to hold gently.
"Wait, did you order all this food?" Olivine asked, counting the tiny food containers in front of them.
YOU ARE READING
Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
