Brett took a deep breathe as he followed Rachel. And because he was happy, Brett whispered as he followed the woman. He’s never been this happy since she left him because when she was gone, he became reckless and went back to his old and dangerous job. At night, he would drive his car like he’d just stolen it from someone. He just didn’t care anymore. For Brett, there’s no point in living if he couldn’t feel alive. Before Rachel became part of his life, he liked his dangerous job because of the adrenaline rush, but after she vanished like a bubble into thin air, he worked to death in order to escape from reality.
“My favorites. Did you cook these while thinking about me?” All the delicious home-cooked meal that he craved for a week were all on the table. He no longer waited for Rachel to serve him, he took rice, a few pieces of danggit and scrambled eggs. But even before he could swallow half of the fried danggit, the woman slapped his hand. His favorite dry fell so he looked at it badly.
“Aren’t you allergic to danggit?” It was late when she realized her mistake. What would he think even though he still remembered the foods that were forbidden for Brett. He confirmed in Brett’s eyes that it had indeed given a different meaning to his rebuke about his allergic reactions to dry.
Brett grabbed Rachel’s hand and squeezed. “Thank you for reminding me sweetheart. I almost forgot,” Brett replied with a smile.
“Papa, I want to have a brother!”
Rachel’s spoon hung in the air when she heard what Carter said. “Why?” She didn’t expect Carter’s announcement and when she looked at Brett’s behavior, the man was staring at her. He raised an eyebrow at her before facing his son again.
“I want to be like Kent because he has Clark all the time! They’re friends and playmates while I only have our dog and that dog was nasty sometimes. She bit me!” Carter added as he pointed at Maya.
“Did it hurt?” Brett asked the boy. In a matter of a few days, the little boy managed to wiggle his way into his heart.
“Yes, Papa. I cried … then Mama bought me some ice cream and I was fine.” Carter replied.
“But boys don’t cry,” Brett said.
Rachel stomped on the man’s index finger without it still stopping the chatter. “Stop it,” he said softly. She didn’t want to talk about it for long with her son.
“How about girls, are they allowed to cry? Because I saw Mama crying while we were in bed,” Carter continued talking to his father.
“Yes, they can cry. It’s their privilege. Would you mind if I finish my breakfast, then we can talk?” When the boy nodded so Brett resumed eating.
Earlier, Francis wanted to join the conversation but he was not given the opportunity. Apparently, the two have their own world. “Excuse me, Mr. Morgan. Coffee or hot chocolate? “He formally asked the man because he was still upset after he hit him in the jaw.
“Hot chocolate, please.” Brett replied but he still couldn’t bear to look the fagot who had been jealous in the eye. He was ashamed of himself. “Hmmm Francis, I’m sorry about what happened.” He apologized.
“It’s okay,” Francis accepted Brett’s apology because he also made a mistake.
While Brett enjoyed the meal, Rachel forced herself to swallow the rice and dish. Not really, eh! He just fit in toasted bread and hot chocolate. Jennifer was also quiet. “What time will your wife Jen pick you up?” He asked Jen who was obviously uncomfortable with the setting they all had.
“I think he’s coming here.” Even if Rachel doesn’t say it, Jennifer knows how her brain works. Anyway, she’s old enough to handle her problems and it’s time that she should reconcile with her past, otherwise, she couldn’t move on with her life. “Francis, come with me upstairs, please. I’m afraid to go up alone, eh.”
“Why are you afraid, there are no ghosts here with us?” He didn’t want to leave Rachel and Brett but Jennifer stared at him so he just stood up and followed the woman. “Wait for me,” he said to Jennifer.
As they go upstairs to pick up her bag, Jennifer talks to Francis about Rachel’s situation. “Take Carter for a walk first, so Brett and Rachel can talk properly.” He suggested.
“I really don’t want to. Why, can’t they talk if I’m here?” He stubbornly left the house because he did not trust the two.
“But Francis, don’t you think our friend should reconcile with her husband? How can she move on?” Jennifer insisted.
“What if she goes crazy in love again? What if she accepts that man again?” She was scared for Rachel because she saw in her friend’s eyes that she was still looking at the man.
“It’s her choice! Let’s let her decide for her happiness. Rachel is old,” Jennifer continued to convince Francis.
“So you said that, because you weren’t the first Rachel approached. You didn’t see how pathetic what happened to her because of that man!” Francis will never forget the day Rachel went to their house and asked for her help. She was so pale, thin and pregnant! Although he felt sorry for Carter, he was afraid the past might happen again!
“We’re already there that his wife hit him. But look, we both know that Brett was looking for him. Did we do anything to get those two back together? Nothing! I consented to you hiding from Rachel. Don’t you think to end that Shall we interfere in her lovelife? Please? ” She saw Brett’s effort, that he wanted to be close to the wife, and she felt sorry for the man.
“All right! I’m also annoyed with don’t you think, don’t you think, eh. All right, get your bag and I’ll just call Carter to take a shower and get dressed.” He is the most vulnerable of all because he gave in to Jennifer’s wishes, but Francis also thought, that the woman has a point that they should stop interfering in Rachel’s lovelife.
“Thank you, Francis, you’re the man!” Jennifer said and kissed it on the cheek.
“Ewww! It’s really your pig, “Francis rubbed his cheek where Jennifer’s lips landed and stared at it.