♥Fighting Over A Waitress In Costa♥ - [2nd book]

♥Chapter 12♥

One.

One week ago I spat all the venom and anger into Baba's face; which he deserved.

"Please Jasmine," Ammee pleaded. I glared at her.

I was not going to apologize for something that wasn't my fault.

"Drop yoor pride," she exclaimed.

This was not about my pride. Why can't Ammee understand that?

I shot her another deathly look. "I have no reason to apologize to him. He's the only reason why I have to stay in this hospital much longer."

Somehow Baba got away after I confessed I banged my head somehow. Everyone believed it because they knew I was incredibly clumsy. The only reason why I agreed was Abid told me to drop the charges. I was going to charge Baba for being homophobic and violent. It seems cruel but I didn't care.

"First I have to cover up for him after you pleaded me and now I have to apologize. If I have to apologize, I will make sure I throw Baba into jail for a long time."

Ammee was shocked so she said nothing else which I was grateful for; someone knocked on the door.

"Come in Matt."

He's what I need. . .

He walked through the doors and smiled at me. I had asked him to pick me up because I doubt Baba wanted to pick me up.

Soon I was packed and ready to leave the hospital. On my way out, I thanked all the doctors and nurses (again) and then was placed inside Matt's car. The closeness of our bodies was enough for my body go crazy.

Ammee sat at the back with me, trying to have a silent conversation but I blocked out her thoughts. Instead, Matt and I started a friendly conversation as he updated me on what was happening outside my world.

When he dropped us off, he was reluctant to go. Unlike other times when Ammee always invited Matt in, this time she didn't. It took a while for me to be settled in. Thankfully, Ammee cooked some snacks and didn't mention anything about Baba.

I knew it was extremely hard for Ammee as she was in the middle of this but the matter at hand was not something I could keep out of. This was questioning what I believed in, my loyalty and I wasn't going to back down, especially as I knew not raising the issue would go against everything I believed in.

I, as a human being deserved to express myself, I had the right to state my views.

Nothing more was expected. Baba came home, watched his Indian dramas, spent time with Ammee, then went to sleep.

He had no interest in talking to me and I didn't want to be in his house but I had nowhere else to go.

This became a daily routine. During the day, Ammee would eat my head out, trying to persuade me to apologies to Baba. At night, Baba came in, ate, watched his Indian dramas, spent time with Ammee and slept.

It angered me how cowardly Baba was acting. Unlike him, I had a pair of balls (not literally) and I was going to use them . . . when I was bothered to walk.

As much as I didn't like him at this moment in time, I wanted to make peace with him and for Abid and Baba finally to connect over the years. I knew this task was going to be very hard and convincing Baba has got to be the hardest task ever (not kidding) but I was willing to try. The major problem was what do I do?

My bladder is the size of an extremely small pea (no pun intended) resulting me to dash off to the bathroom all the time.

Just my luck, I had to go now. With the crutches and my clumsiness, it was even harder to walk and I was desperate to wazz. That's until, in a panic, I managed to lose balance and crash against the wall. Seconds later, I heard a door click open. The person near the open door rolled their eyes and walked towards me.