What She Needs to Love by LynnTheWonderful
Disclaimer: I do not own KWMS!
A/N: Sorry if should there be any grammar mistakes or typos. I suck at grammar, no need to point that out.
Okay, here’s your story… Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
I woke up and found myself sleeping on the sofa.
I was sleeping here all night.
I rubbed my eyes to have a better vision.
It was already 9 morning and luckily today was Sunday, I was free on Sunday.
I went back to my room and to the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and washed my fatigue faces.
I looked more refreshing now.
I took a change to my usual white blouse and dark blue jeans and out of the room
I went to the kitchen to have my breakfast, but something; a note was sticking on the refrigerator door attracted me.
A note from Mom.
Dear Misaki and Suzuna,
Mom will be coming home late as I need to work overtime tonight. Your breakfast, lunch and dinner were all in the refrigerator, you just need to heat it in the microwave oven and you can start your meal.
PS, Misaki, you don’t have to wait for me tonight, just have your sleep first.
Love,
Your Mom.
I looked beside mom’s notes and found another note stuck on the refrigerator.
It’s from Suzuna.
Dear Mom and Sis,
I will not be coming home tonight. I will be staying at my friend’s house for a night; we need to finish an English project that need to pass up tomorrow.
Have a sweet lovely day!
Love,
Suzuna.
So, that mean I’ll be staying alone tonight.
Again.
I thought as I opened the refrigerator and took out a plateful of buns. I put the buns into the microwave oven and heated them as told by Mom in the note.
While waiting for it to heat up, I went to the living room and turned on the old television.
“Hmm… let see what drama was playing right now,” I pressed the numbers on the remote controller one by one.
I clicked and clicked and found all the channels are all news; I don’t actually watch news so I turned off the television and picked up the newspaper that was lying on the coffee table.
Couple of minutes later, a “tik” sound came from the kitchen. It means my buns were ready to eat.
I opened the microwave oven door and took out the buns.
The sweet smells of the buns flowed into the mucus inside my nose.
“Hmmm… What a sweet smell,” I smiled. “Mom’s cooking skill are good as always!” I praised my Mom.
I ate one of the buns while walking to a small table at the dining room.
“Scrumptious!”
I sat on a chair beside the small table, pouring a cup of fresh milk from a jar on the table and started my breakfast.
Suddenly, a similar sound came from the living room – that’s my cell phone’s ringtone.
I quickly walked to the living room and grabbed my cell from a coffee table in front of the television.
I read the caller name on the flat screen and it was Usui.
It was him!
I pressed the green-coloured-phone-liked button and answers.
“He-Hello, Usui,” I started the conversation first.
“Hello Misaki,” he greeted with a serious tone that would make me a bit scared of him right now.
“U-U-Usui, what’s wrong, why do you call me so early?” I asked, straight to the point – I think.
“I had made my decision,” he stopped and started again with a more serious tone. “Misaki, I’d know why you refused my offer; you refused it because you want to fulfill your dreams, right? If that so, I am willing to wait for you, wait till you want to accept my offer, okay?” he finished with question-liked words.
“But, about yesterday-,” I didn’t finished my line, he interrupted, “About that, forget about it, it’s my fault too… And I, I’m just asking you, cur- curious to know what your answer will be,” he said, his tone was weird, he hesitated; if he hesitate, that mean he was ly – lying to me.
I can feel it from the tone he was saying, that’s not he wanted to say to me, he wanted to say…
But before I could ask or say something again, he already offs his phone.
Why he blamed himself like that?
It is my fault, why he -?
Ohh, I felt so sorry for him.
Maybe I should apologize him for what I had done…
I shouldn’t say those selfish, troublesome words.
So, the people who need to clean up this mess should be the one who did the mess, and that’s me…
I need to call him. I said and turned on my phone again, and tried to call him.
