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Sick

I can hear them laughing at the door. Their voices, they sound so familiar to me.

I open my eyes slowly and look at the door while seeing them talking. They are my friends. Gina, Sophie, Morris and Tony are here. They visit me. They are all here. I think there is someone missing. I search and sneak every side of them but he is not there. I know he is still mad at me. I want to say sorry for what I have said to him and recover the wound from the past that we have but he is not here. I sigh, so dismay of knowing that he is not here to see me.

“Why he is not here?” I murmur, so unhappy. Suddenly, all my thoughts amend when I hear him at my side. This is not real to believe because I sense no one else sitting beside me. I am just frightened when I do not think that he is next to me. I am speechless for a moment as I turn my head slowly to his.

“You are baldy hurt when your brother calls me. Sam also talked with me when I heard that you have your first heart beat failure so I call them to consult you”

I am so happy. My tears start to crawl down in my cheeks.

“Thank you,” I lead my gratitude. “You are so kind”

“Please do not mind about it. I am always here to help anyone else. Aside, I forgotten all the mistakes you made. I have already moved on so I should not be affected anymore”

I cannot reply even a single word. My face changes mood. I doubt that he never stick to what he promised to his friends. He does not love me anymore. I am so imprudent to believe him. I should not know this.

Sam suddenly hugs me tight.

“Hey, Kath, you know that Dwight invites us in his house,” she says, smiling at him and me.

“Yes, I remember. There is a party at our house tomorrow. I am inviting all my friends to go there and I am so glad if you will go there, Kath,” he utters with his smiling lips. I do not know what to answer again. He is kind of convincing but I should mind my feeling first. If he moved on that fast, I should start with myself moving on now because it is hard to pretend that I am okay while keeping grudges inside me. Time might come and it will get what is in me that I am longing to hold on.

“I will look for it,” I answer finally. “I might be busy tomorrow and only Sam can go there”

The two of them abruptly look at me with confusing eyes. I react suddenly believing them about what I say.

“It is real. I might be busy tomorrow because my brother and I will be going to a dentist. I will kill him there”

“Okay, if that is your decision”

“Kath,” Sam holds my hands. “If ever you will change your mind, you can call me”

“But I have no phones now. It is so hard to contact you if I cannot memorize your number”

Sam stands up, getting something from her pocket. Dwight also stands up, seeking outside the window. My body is now in normal condition and I think that twilight is approaching and I need to cook for my brother’s supper for tonight. I need to carry on in painless way so that this wound in my feet will pull through for a short time. I stand up with all my force even though the gravity pulls down my weakest part. I stand up leaning my hand on the table until Morris sees me. He walks near and helps me. I look at him, as he is concern of my situation today. I look at them as their eyes are stuck on us.

I am surprise.

“Why are you looking at us?” I ask.

“Nothing,” Sophie utter. “We are just seeing you stand up with the help of Morris”

“Your situation is an obstruction to the things that you wanted to do. Do you need some wheelchair? I can give one to you,” Gina adds. I do not realize how kind Gina is after she says negative reactions about me. I see in her face that she does not have bad intentions because I know her nature for so long, she is always in high temper. I look at Dwight, still watching outside the window. I do not know how long he will be watching outside but I know he thinks something deep into his mind. There were times when we were still in our special relationship, he never thought like that, as what I see now so seriously. He said jokes but so corny. He keeps me laughing while pointing me his small breadknife from his pocket. The humor he shows now is different from the past.

I stop at the door.

Hear me please. Forgive me. I just want to give myself a time to reminisce the past.

“Morris, Gina, Sophie, Tony, Sam,” I pause. “And D-W-I-G-H-T, can we go downstairs? I will also prepare for the dinner with you guys tonight”

“Oh, you are so nice, Kath. Guys, lets go” Gina says.

As Morris brings me to the kitchen, I see my brother on the table, eating his supper. I do not know who cooks it so I ask them.

“Morris, do you know who cooks his supper?”

“It is Dwight. I see them lately that your brother and he are so close with each other. When you are sleeping, they are having fun watching movies in your restroom. After they play together, Dwight suddenly goes to the kitchen and get some stuffs on you fridge. Afterwards, he done it with his one of his specialty,” Morris narrates. I do not know that Dwight can cook. I will just record it about his first talent of cooking. Now on, I need to ask Morris about Dwight’s changes.

“What do you mean about his specialties?”

“Dwight can cook any kind of dishes. He spent one year touring around the world and when he came back, he is knowledgeable enough to ask about a specific place. On my last birthday, he cooked some Asian foods. I was so delighted with the taste of every food that I have eaten. It is like eating in a restaurant with you special someone,” he pauses, looking blankly at my back. “He is here”

I turn around and see him standing while leaning his hand on the table. My brother stands up and leaves the plate then runs upstairs. I do not what to say about the way he gazes us.

You cannot scare me. Never.

“Where is the food now, Kath?”

I do not know what to answer because he seems so creepy. I hold Morris arms and tell him to get some spices on the cabinet while I am getting some meat on the refrigerator.

Swiftly, he holds my hand. He wants to stop me.

“You can take a rest. Morris and I will prepare the foods,” he says, getting the meat from the freezer.

“But this is,” he stares at me, wanting to shut me in silence.

“Can you sit there and just wait?”

“But this is my house. I am the one responsible of everything. I will be the one to prepare the foods and not you, understand?” I yell and everyone looks at me.

He pushes me rapidly to the chair causing my butt to bounce in the surface. It hurts because I have my period of menstruation today and I should take care of the moves that I take.

“Can’t you see that they are starting to feel hungry? If you do not like to cook or prepare some foods, you should tell them earlier so that they will not expect. That is the reason why I hated you so much because you are just thinking of yourself alone and that is the reason why I must break up with you for a long time”

I finally get it now. I just hear the finest words of appreciation from him as his ex-girlfriend. He is right to tell me about those attitudes of mine. If I will tell him who he was before, he might bring me down if ever he will recall to me the negative things I let him saw before.

I am not wrong and I am not right. I should not regret if ever I get myself into it, the problem of getting worse. Now, my tears are pouring down to the ground like a basin full of water that showers me from head to feet. I cannot stop my emotions. It is quite painful than what I felt before. I am just a woman, so forceless. I cannot fight him or even have a war with him. If he has his guns, I only have this scissors. As a result, I am the one who looses the battle.