Brute

Part 36

Joong

Sometimes I wonder what good thing about me that made them stayed by my side liked this. Jay who was angry, still come to check on me. Regardless of how his mother put him to it, he could just ignore them if he wished, yet he looked no better than I did, and wanted to force me to go for treatment if needed to.

Nine, without so many words, always put a trust on goodness, on me, on Jay, on everything. Nine was not dumb. I also understood his eyes that communicate, the patient he held on, waiting for me to be open, never pushy, never forcing, never made his frustration the centre of attention, even though he knew that there's still much I was not telling.

After the checkup by the doctor was done, Nine called for dinner. He remained cheery, while Jay and I put up a wall in front of each other, eating silently. After a few minutes of talking, Nine finally had enough.

"Ah, the last time we had a meal at home together liked this, was about almost 2 months ago, time went by too fast, I didn't realize. The only different of then and now is, I am not a psycho who talk alone", Nine said while munching his food cutely. His eyes darting around, waiting for a response.

"Should I leave you two together? It's alright, if that what caused you to be careful, then I'll be in the room...", Nine said, about to stand up and leave. I grabbed his wrist, and shook my head. He said it's alright, but his voice sounded a little down.

Jay put his utensils down, leaned his back on the chair and looked at us."No, Nine, I'll go. Sorry to come without notice. Thing that I wanted to find out about, is settled. Easier to notify the office since I knew the reason of the boss's absence now".

I took a deep breath and decided to put a stop to this taking turn to leave, when both of them actually just wanted me to talk, "No, stop. Nobody leaves. Let just eat first. Anyway, Nine, this is delicious, I'm sure, but all food tasted bitter on my tongue, maybe the fever. So, put more into Jay's bowl, I couldn't finish the remaining soup as it is". Jay stared at me, and understood the truce call that I tried to offer. It was not just for a truce, but Jay must have miss home cook food. More so, be hurt that his mother sided with me and forced him to apologize, when she didn't know the cause of it. Meaning, Jay still kept the truth to not hurt his Mae's feeling.

The dinner continued in silence, but the wall was not there anymore, and Jay started to eat more heartily, as Nine put a heap of mushroom on his plate and refill his bowl of soup happily. I smiled a little too, looking at my two best person, wishing that this kind of mealtime, could happen many times more, in my life.

Nine

Joong did not feel good, after the meal he vomitted again. I rubbed a minty oil at his back and neck, and asked him to sleep to reduce the nausea. After he closed his eyes, and his breathing became deeper, I left the room to talk with Jay.

Jay was slouching on the sofa, rubbing his belly that must be full, too much soup, too much rice. He must not ate well in the three days too. I put a hot coffee in front of him on the table and gave him a smile.

"Nine! I can't. I'll vomit if that goes in too...", Jay looked horrified.

"You looked better now than when you arrived. Your mother really kicked you out just liked that? Then, how did you go to the office without clothes?", I asked with a little laugh.

"I always keep a spare shirt at the office, you never know what would happen. Sometimes, you are needed somewhere at the moment, book a flight and just go, sometimes you went to the construction site and the shirt got dirty, and so on. I then bought a few shirts for the next two days, but now, that was dirty already, what to wear for tomorrow...arghh...Mae...", Jay whined, must be thinking of what to do.