dear love

CHAPTER # 03. (edited)

Ji Zhan

49 days later...

Monday;
31st-August-2009
07:55pm; night.

I put the food tray on slab in front of Xiao Ying politely. I couldn't do this anymore. This was my limit.

"Wo bu hui (I won't)." And before I could even open my mouth she refused me in a flat tone.

"This is unfair! It wasn't my alone's mistake!!" I cried. "Please!! Just today!! Just for one day, please!" I pleaded. "I haven't even ever looked after mine own self!! Please!! Tomorrow is my last day... someone have to look after her after that. Why don't you practice from today!?"

"Who said I'll be looking after her?"

"Wo!!! (Me!!!)" I said in a bossy tone, full of confidence.

She made a face and slapped my hand. "There. Is. No. Such. Thing. Written. In. Our. Contract."

Practically, she pushed me in a giant well.

"URGH!!!!" I slammed my head on the slab. "Xiao Ying please!" I raised my head with awfully miserable expressions. "Just for one day..." I pleaded her again, pushing the food-tray; containing a small bowl of cabbage and red been soup (both veggies were as mashed as if to feed a toddler), a half cup of water and medicines (both herbal and chemical, powered); toward her.

"Zhan-ge... w-wo (I-I)... UNH!..." she animated a cry. "Ba (papa) is having an extremely hard time because of you. I can't stay here; I've to look after him."

Once again I was refused.....

"Qing (Please)...? Tomorrow is my last day, please Xiao Ying you can't be this much heartless! Look, I've been looking after her for almost a month... I can't more, she is a girl after all..." I was almost on my edge to bust out in tears.

"De-ge, you've been pleading me to stay here since day one."

"And you're shamelessly refusing me since then..." I made a face in disgust.

"Look, she is your guest, so, you are responsible for her, not me. Moreover, I have my father to look after. Ge, it's not that difficult as you pose!.. you're just not sincere..." she muttered the last four word.

"Dui (right)! You just have to feed her soup five times and water almost hundred times, a day! And not to forget medicines!!! I don't understand why Numaan had to die now!!? Couldn't he just wait for her to return back and then die?!!" A tear rolled down, out of frustration. It was so normal. I usually cry when I'm frustrated or angry.

And Xiao Ying bust out laughing like maniacs. "Zhan-ge!!!" She scolded me controlling herself.

Numaan was her brother's best friend. His childhood friend. Only if he hadn't died in an accident, I didn't have to be at home, lying that I was ill, looking after a ghostly skinny (and almost died because of me) person whole day. When Haddie heard the news of Numaan's death, I was brought into the frame once again. He called me and asked me to come to the hospital. And I was scared to death.

'Is she dead? Did she really died? What now!!? Is he calling me to murder me? N-no! H-he is a Muslim!! He won't go to such extremes.. dui ma (right)?... what should I do now???' These were the thoughts that invaded my head completely. By the time I reached her room, I was sweating oceans.

But I've no words to tell you how happy I was to find her still alive. I was like; 'let's dance!' But then I saw Haddie, he was crying, and I just couldn't stop myself from double checking that she was really alive. She was alive. When he saw me standing in the door frame, he ran toward me and hugged me tight. And I literally did find myself having a 'gay-panik-attack'. Woah! Hell no! I'm not a gay! But if Haddie is the one hugging you... anyone would like to think trice about his sexuality. He hugged me because firstly he was heartbroken about something and secondly, because I was the only person he knew in whole China. I patted his shoulders lightly (trying my best not to do it in a gay's way). After crying a bucket on my shoulder, he let go of me and composed himself properly, clearing his throat to kill the awkwardness.