I had a peaceful night sleep. Didn't even woke up once.
Then in the morning I heard "Rise and shine".After blinking a few times, my eyes adjusted to the room.
I looked up and saw Micheal standing in front of me."Morning Mike" I yawned.
"Now wake up sleepy head." he said and gave me a hand to get on my feet.
"How did you sleep last night?" he asked.
"Very well" I yawned again, not in a mood to wake up, yet.
"Get ready soon, I have a plan." he smiled.
"Really? Tell me, what is it?." I said.
"Not until you get ready. I am waiting." he said and went out.
I got ready and went downstairs.
"Tell me now." I said.
"Have a seat." he made me sit on the dinning.
"Well, I have thought since every doctor here knows you directly or indirectly, we will go to San Francisco for your operation." he smiled.
"No....Mike, I know a doctor on the outskirts. He doesn't know me, only if you come with me and say that you will be my post operation support, he would do the operation." I explained.
"Becky, we are not going to an unprofessional doctor. Where you get operated is very important and I sure won't let you do so in a small, dark clinic with no operation hall." he said.
"Mike, but this would cost too much." I said.
"When do you think this good boy will make use of his dad's income?" he smiled.
"AAhhhaan..." I smiled back.
"I have already booked the tickets for 4 pm, we have very less time to pack up." he said as Berta entered with breakfast.
"Hello Mrs Berta." I greeted her.
"Hello Becky." she smiled. We knew each other better now, considering the fact how much I visited Micheal.
We had a stomach full of breakfast, then went to get our luggage packed.
Micheal brought two trolley bags and we started folding and keeping things in it.
No one said a word.Till 12, we were done with packing.
Then we did some fun, played video games. I must admit that I would have lost all of them unless Mike intentionally let me win.
At 1:30 we had our lunch.
It was of course, a light one.Then at 2:30, we were ready to leave.
It was half an hour for the airport and one and a half hour flight after that.
We took a taxi to the airport, checked in and waited there. With 45 minutes to spend.
I passed time by reading a magazine but I didn't felt good at all.
I mean, I wasn't able to understand what the problem was? I knew that everything was going to be fine, so what was it that I was worried about? Why was this uneasy feeling stalking me?Mike noticed and said "Calm down Becky. Lets talk."
I nodded and asked him to continue.
"So....when you grow up and become a mother again, would you like to have a son or a daughter?" he asked.
"Well....obviously I would go for a son. What would you wish for?" I asked.
"I would love to have a daughter with her mommy's eyes." he smiled.
"Oh! I wish I would make a good aunt." I said.
"Yes, I know you will." he said.
"Hmmm... do you know what kind of bastard is Derek? he dated 15 girls before me, 15." I said after enlarging my eyes.
"I know....I mean everyone knows that he is a kind of womanizer." he said.
"How stupid I was" I started going back to depression only then he said
"It wasn't your fault, anyways, leave it. When we get back, I am going to punch him right on the nose and that's a promise." he smiled."Haha his team will break you into pieces." I laughed.
"Wait girl, this guy is a black belt karate champ." he said.
"Really? Tell me what else do you master?" I asked eagerly.
"Well it would be better if you ask what I don't master." he smiled and continued "Well I know swimming, karate, lawn tennis, table tennis, basketball, baseball, soccer or football, skating, golf, hockey, volleyball and I can't think of rest."
"Whoa that is a lot of sports. When did you learn those?" I asked.
"I have been into sports since I was 4." he said.
"You are an all rounder Mike. No 1 in sports and studies." I said.
"No, I am not an all rounder. I can't dance as well as you. And you are also no less either." he said.
"Well, then I guess we are almost equal, right?" I said.
"Sure it is" he smiled.
Only then we heard an announcement that our flight has arrived.
So we went and quickly occupied our seats.
Really, a few minutes ago, I lost the track of time.
Mike was an awesome company.We didn't speak much for the flight.
It was only after one and a half hour that we walked down the San Francisco airport.Hey! Loved the chapter?
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The Virgin
Teen FictionBecky Walden is an eighteen years old virgin. A girl with good grades and a good profile. Though she can't be counted as a nerd. But she always hides from the other gender. When her friend asks her to hook up with a famous guy, Derek, she accepts it...