The Subtle Arts of Moving On

二十四

"hi, where are you? i didn't see you in your desk."

"i'm having a day off," i pause with a slight cough. "i'm not feeling well."

"have you eaten anything proper?"

"i guess i'll heat my dinner again in an hour or so, can barely walk with dizziness."

around forty seven minutes after ending the phone call, the latter himself shows up on my door with hand of plastic bag.

"what is this?"

"ingredients ofcourse." he rolled his eyes.

"how did you manage to get here? it's still working hour."

"i told my boss that i have something urgent and i promise him that i'll continue my work at home and finish it tomorrow morning."

"why are you doing this? i'm being sick is not important, i'll recover in a day or two," i whine.

"min yuri, i clearly said i was having an urgent. when it comes to you everything is important."

with no further words, the man walks inside as if it's his house and preparing meals at ease.