THE OLD ME BACK

Chapter 48

Five in the morning, I already get up from my bed. After doing my morning routines, still, Denzel has not been gone downstairs yet. That guy really slept well because he knew today is Saturday.

Almost two hours have passed but I'm still the only one who is awake in this apartment. I don't know if Yves has been awake before me but I doubt it, anyway.

I'm already hungry. Perhaps I could buy food outside. But the thought suddenly comes up in my mind that Denzel will cook carbonara for breakfast, so I go to his room which is beside mine and knock the door for many times. Good thing the door opens after many years, no, just minutes.

"Yes?" He asks while his eyes are half-awake. His hair is messy and opps...he is just wearing boxer while he's topless!

"Good morning Denzel! Did I disturb your sleep?" I try to be enthusiastic though I got shocked the way how he presents himself in front of me. Anyway, it's my fault then because I'm such in a hurry that he really has to open the door upon waking up.

"Of course, no," he answers, even if he is seemingly want to sleep more. "What can I do for my future girlfriend?"

"Shut up," right away, I say. He laughs afterwards. "The carbonara is waiting for you."

"Carbo---ah OK!" He realizes it soon so he hurriedly takes a move, and to my surprise, he holds my hand after he gets out from his room. "Let's go to the kitchen now!"

"Wait, could you please wear your shirt first?"

We are already in our last step when he stops and looks at me, with his naughty smile. "Why? Are you getting...you know, attracted to me?"

"Of course not!" I defend and roll my eyes after. "How could I be attracted to a body that has no abs?"

"Fine," he says, acting as if he get sulked. "You really get attracted to those abs huh?"

"And what is it to you?" I ask, wanting to know why his mood gets changed.

"Nothing. Now I know." He states, then he smirks.

"Hey, what are you thinking of me?"

"It's for you to figure out," he laughs as he says that, and right away he runs to the kitchen. I follow him right away but he stops and faces to me. "Now, dare to get close to me and I will really hug you."

"I won't really dare myself to do that," I confidently say that causes him to scratch his head. "Go and cook now. I'll just watch you in a distance."

I smile at him, planning to irritate him, but he just turns behind and does the bending of his body. Argh, how could he do that in front of me? Is he really trying to get me attracted?

A minute after, he opens the stove and put a pan on it. While having a distance between us, he teaches me what to do first in cooking carbonara. But since I wanted to focus, I'm unconsciously getting near him that he suddenly stops what he is doing.

"I will really hug you," he reminds me of that so I step backward and glare at him. "Tell me Alesha, my body wants to get warmed because it's so cold."

"No way, hug yourself if you really want to," I utter in a firm voice. He lets out a little laughter as he is preparing now to put the condensed milk on the pasta.

"After that, what's next?" I ask just to break the silence.

"You will put the ground pork now and this seasonings so that it will get tast---"

"Wow, am I seeing a couple here?" When we turn behind, it's Yves standing near us, holding a phone.

"Getting near to that," Denzel answers with a big smile. As he tries to know my reaction which I cross my arms now, his smile fades out when he sees me very serious. "I said, we're getting near to finish cooking this carbonara."

"Good," I shortly comment on him then divert my attention to Yves. "Anyway, do you want to taste it?"

"Why not? That seems so tasty!"

We eat together afterwards, which there's nothing left on the pan. We still talk about random things, when Yves mentions something while looking at the screen of his phone.

"Many reacted on my post just earlier. They were really shocked!"

"What's that?" Out of my curiosity, I glimpse at his phone. "Oh no, you took us a photo with this no-abs guy?"

Denzel should suppose to be surprised by what Yves did, but he is happy and grateful then. What makes me worried is that I was on my side view when he took it, and unluckily, I didn't wear my eyeglasses.

"Can I read the comments?" He accepts my consent then, so he gives to me his phone and I read the comments quickly.

Is that Alesha? I hope she's doing good.

She looks familiar...with this familiar guy.

Waaahh! Are they already together?

That guy is so sexy and hot!

When I try to check his caption, it says: Just this morning with these famous and amazing persons. Can you still remember them?

"Many students there in St. Jude want to have idea how you've been doing lately. I'm sorry when I took a picture of you and post it without your consent."

"Not a big deal," I say after giving back his phone. "Denzel has rather fault because he's topless. People who could see this picture might think of malicious things."

"Ok, it's my fault now," he says it easily that Yves laughs in a second because of how he says that.

Upon reading the comments of his post, mostly what I read talked positivity. It can't help but to brighten up my day. Despite everything that happened to me there in St. Jude, I do believe that they would still look at the positive side of me.

After our breakfast, we decided to have a general cleaning in this apartment. It's almost noontime when we got finished and so, we sleep together in the living room because of tiredness. I just found myself lying on the floor when I wake up beside Denzel, while Yves is in the kitchen already, maybe preparing for lunch.

Before I get up from the floor, I tend to observe his face unconsciously while he is falling asleep. Undeniably, he has this manly attributes. The thick and dark eyebrows, the long eyelashes and nearly pointed nose, and its lips which is a little bit pinkish and thin. His jawline is very eye-catching, but I think his best asset is his dimple whenever he talks and smiles.

This insistent and naughty guy really likes me to be his girlfriend. And I'm starting to think I would like him to be mine, too. But I hope he would not get tired of me whenever I fall on my addictions over again and again.