they were in her house. it was a day off to him and it was like an ordinary day for her well, not really for today because she's spending it with someone alive.
she was baking. he forced her to and she gave in when she saw the ingredients on the cupboard. she just put the tray in the oven when she turned and something hit her right across the face.
and the kitchen was filled with laughter, Snickers, shouts, comebacks and most of all, flour. it was exhausting but when he caught her inside his arms, energy came rushing back. he blew the stray strand of hair in her face and planted a kiss on her forehead and nose.
"you're going to clean this mess."
"i will. say you love me first."
"want a fact? you love me first."
"naughty."
he pinched her nose and she wriggled out of his hold. he started cleaning the kitchen as she went to her room to clean herself.
he was almost done with the task when his gaze fell on the paper on the fridge. he got it and read it. and he fully understood what's in it when it was snatched from his hands.
"you passed."
"i'm not going."
"why?"
"i'm not sure if-"
"go."
"i have reasons of not going. please understand."
she turned her back at him and headed to her room. she wouldn't know what she'll answer if he asks her the specific reason why she doesn't want to go and that's why turning her back was better.
lying was better.
