Unforseen Passion

10- The Unpredictable Revelation

"Erm. . . Calm down Sam. Yeah you did but I was waiting for Mike,"

Mike held Emmanuella closely, watching her as she tried to convince Samantha on the other end. Unlucky for her, Sam doesn't look like she was going to yield easily.

"Ok, I'll go now," Emma dropped the call in dismay, looking more hurt than agonized with her pathetic look.

"What's up, it doesn't look good right?"

"It doesn't. She isn't taking it lightly at all. Looks like she's in a bad mood," Emma explained, obviously sad.

Mike led her to where his car is parked, so they can proceed to the hair studio.

"It's fine. You'll talk to her when you get there."

"She left there already,"

Mike's mouth dropped open, shocked at Sam's impulsive act.

"So quick? She lacks patience I must say,"

"She isn't usually like that. But looks like there is something bothering her. We'll settle it once I'm home let's go,"

Mike starts the car, wondering how extremely loyal Emma is to Sam. Despite the outburst of anger she showed her now, and the earful, Emma still couldn't talk ill of her. How strange, he thought.

Emma's mood was completely shattered and she just sat numbly, not uttering a word. Mike felt so worried for her, but he urged his self to allow her an alone time to think of how to handle her friend's anger.

It's been a while since they bumped into each other at the 'African/continental dish' where she frequently had lunch after classes. It was like a miracle and an answered prayer when she saw him from afar, looking so moody and solemnly cute at the same time. That day after lunch, she rode in his car as hers was away for servicing. Mike had promised to help her to her centre till she's able to get her car, which he did.

He would take her to her centre and will come back to pick her up afterwards.

"Thanks Mike, you're saving me a lot of stress," Emma thanked on the third day of the routine.

"Oh don't mention, it's not like I have anything doing really,"

Emma felt contented to some extent. At least if they weren't lovers, she was still allowed to be close to him in this way. Dining and riding with him have been so calming and for some reason, her obsession to be with him dwindled. She no longer cried at night, yelling in her heart and blaming herself. She'd stopped the constant thoughts of getting closer to him since she now have him as a friend.

If that's what he can offer for now, then she is ready to accept it, Emma told herself.

Emma realised how much Mike had lost his self in loving Sam and trying to cope with the weirdness of the whole thing. She was the cause, and she felt clawed by guilt, but the confusion of how to settle it all fell upon her like a heavy weight. Strangely, Mike would smile wholeheartedly whenever he was with Emma, which caused her a lot of satisfaction.

Being with her made him happy, she noted. And being with him made her more than delighted.

Today on their schedule was for hairdo. She would go to their hair studio with Sam and they'll make a different pretty hairdo. Her car was still not in good shape and so she relied on Mike to come pick her up. If she'd known he wouldn't meet up with the time she would've board a cab to the salon.

It was one of their best day out and they won't miss it for anything. They were so used to the derived fun of it. Emma would complain about her slutty boss who likes to have her way with every bank manager that was sent to the office. Sam had tagged her 'fishers of men' and they would laugh freely about her tactics. Sam would whine about Sophia, her most despised human on earth, like she called her.