34. Icecream with Pickles

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*six months later

I was cutting my nails

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I was cutting my nails. When the doorbell rang, my apartment. I didn't bother to open the door and start cutting my nails again.

The bell rang again, and I put my hand on my ears. Cause I know who he is. So I am not going to open the door.

I only opened the door when I had to leave my apartment to fulfil my cravings. Me and my pregnancy cravings. And the mood swings I am getting are on another level.

I want to go to my father, but he left for his mission two months ago with Nathalie, so going to France makes no sense. So here I am in my apartment, living alone for three months.

When the doorbell rang, it stopped and my phone started ringing. I took a deep breath, threw the nail cutter on the sofa, and picked up the call.

"What"? I ask in my cold voice.

"You don't have to talk to me like this Liana. Otherwise, I will pick you up and throw you in the Pacific Ocean". Nirmay said on the other side, and I chuckled.

"Try!" I say, and he also chuckles.

"Why are you disturbing me? It's already evening". I ask, and he releases a breath that I can hear from the other side.

"Do you need anything"? He asks

"No, I don't need anything. Why do you ask me this every time"?

"Cause you are alone plus you are pregnant. Your dad gave me the responsibility to handle you. So fucking shut up. Or tell me".

"I don't need anything I bought it this morning". I say and sit on the sofa, folding my legs.

"Why didn't you tell me that"? He shouts from the other side.

"Listen, Nirmay, if you shout at me, then remember I also have a mouth; I can shout back".

"Liana, you are my sister, and I can't come there, so I am taking care of you from Japan. And your mood swings are making my temper high. So, can you please throw your anger away and talk to me gently"? This time, his voice softened, and I also calmed my anger.

"Listen, my dear lovely bastard brother. I don't need your help. I am a capable and independent woman; I earn my own; I eat my own. So can you please stop disturbing me"?

"Liana, you changed a lot". He says in a low voice and I look at myself in the mirror and my stomach.

"I know you don't have to tell me". I say and chuckle at my own words. Change yourself according to the situation. If I become weak like Liana used to be then I am sure I will break myself again.

When I left him. I was thinking of staying at my dad's mansion in France. But then I got a message that he had to go on a mission. He doesn't even have time to call me. He also has no idea when he will come back. So I refuse the idea of going to France. And I remember that my dad gave me the apartment on my birthday. So I am living here. I never thought that this day would come.

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