I Mustn't Be Clingy
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Rachel POV
We never had sex that night, which was unacceptable, because whatever Derek said and done that night was literally the most romantic thing any guy ever done to me. He is basically a Disney prince came true, but honestly, I'll rather call him a King, he is old enough to fit that crown and title.
'Hey, soul sister.' Sarah finally woke up from her slumber, her hair is a wreck of mess with messy volume, but it's not that kind of voluminous sexy hair you find on the Instagram, she looks like she just got attack by a flock of chicken.
'Hello, beautiful nightmare.' I replied her, while taking a short gawk at her face. It's only a week that I haven't seen her, my whole house is pretty much a waste dump right now. The controllers for the television is at my bathroom, the plates were spread at the sink waiting for cockroaches to enjoy. I flew twice last week, haven't even had a chance to meet my boyfriend yet.
'I finished the eggs, sorry, I should have restock them.' She took a sip of the coffee I placed on the counter. My coffee, actually.
'I'm glad you brought that up, Sarah, and thank you for not throwing away the stale bread that practically been breed by fungus.'
'What?' She threw a dramatic look at me. 'I have no idea.'
'Glad to know that.' I went to sit at the chair beside hers and claimed my mug back. 'I made that for me, by the way.'
'You don't drink coffee, Rachel, when we go to Starbucks, you ordered warm milk.' She pops her hand on the counter and yawned as she mentions something really correct about me.
'I just did.' I hide the warm bursting feelings that is radiating in my whole body. Coffee always reminds me of Derek. 'Have you found a place to stay yet?' I just asked her the question I'm dying to know the whole week.
'Well,' the tone of her voice became sharp, 'I uhm, I was thinking of getting a job first, you know, I am so broke, and fat.'
I throw a sideway glance at her. How could I forgot that Sarah Johnson is so capable of finding excuses. When I watch the movie 'Identity Theft' with Sarah, I told her before that she is watching herself, because Mellisa McCarthy's character in that movie suits her very well. Come to think of it, Sarah is starting to look a lot like Mellisa McCarthy as well.
'Sarah? Your parents' house is just a few streets away from here.'
'Exactly, what makes you think I am going to meet them after I got divorce, fat and unemployed?'
'Because you are living in my house?' I shoot a matter of fact look at her. 'I have my own life outside work, which is practically staying inside my house, watching tv and walking naked.'
'Oh God, Rachel, come on, give me a break, when you broke up with that nerdy-glasses guy, I was there to support you the whole night!'
'That's because you wanted to talk to that guy in the bar.' I blow the vapour away from my coffee, sipping it.
'Remembering all these stuff means you take our friendship seriously, which is why-'
I cut her. 'Which is why I told you not to get married with that Afu whom you thought is a prince. And your company had to call me and ask for compensation because you broke the employment contract!'
'They does that?' She throw a disgusted face.
'Yes, Sarah, I paid for you, and the amount is enough for you to rent an apartment at Georgetown for a month.'
'You could have call me, Rachel, why wouldn't you?' Sarah defended herself.
'Really? I couldn't reached you for a month, Sarah, your phone has no connection, can you recall that now?'
She stare at me, and her eyes lowered the gazed to the table. Back and forth, like she has no more excuses this time round.
'Every time I have to clear your mess, even the tampons. Remember you thought it was a gift and you put it inside your bag? I have to forge a letter from the hospital to state that you have mental disorder.'
'You are the bestest best friend I ever got, Rachel. If you really want me to leave, I mean, it's fine with me.' She slouched, so low that her spine is like a snowball, it is so curved.
Do not feel soft with Sarah, this is a trick. I told myself. 'Yes, I'll call your parents for you.'
'Don't treat me like a five year old, Rachel, I have my pride. I'll leave right now.' I heard the screeching noise of her chair shoving against my mahogany floor that I just polished two months ago. My heart started to become frail with worries if she will destroy the wooden floor as well. Sarah made her way out of my kitchen sullenly, as if the world is unfair to her.
Can someone just tell me what is going on? Did she just twisted the story like I was the bad guy in the whole saga?
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I was free from flying for two days. After cleaning the whole mess done by Sarah, I made myself an Ice Tea and sat on the freshly vacuumed couch.
Every time I decide to send Derek a message, there is always a fear that he wouldn't reply me. Assuming we are both adults who got their own life, and Derek practically had a humongous life than me, I should actually be accepting the fact that I won't get to see him all the time. I wanted to spoil him any chance I got, and now is the best time because my house is not occupied by Sarah anymore.
Rachel: Hey, I'm back like 12 hours ago. FYI, my house is safe for visit now and whatever adult activities you wish to proceed, Mr. President.
I halted the idea of asking for him to meet me, but I decided to let him ask me instead. It's not a pride issue, but it's a constant worries that flickers my thought all the time; I mustn't be clingy. I think I'm being unhealthy, for having that thoughts all the time. Relationship isn't easy to establish a strong foundation, what's more, my boyfriend is the President. Need I say more?
When my phone vibrates, my heart almost burst with love potion. I wasn't expecting him to reply that fast.
I slide the unlock button and tap on my Whatsapp. He was typing another message when I entered the chat screen. I wonder what he was going to type next.
Derek: Washington is always beautiful with your presence.
Derek: Girlfriend.
That's it? He didn't type anything after that. Usually, when I tried to seduce him with sexting, he would fall into my trap and play along with me.
Rachel: So...what are you doing?
After I send the reply, I saw his status, it was typing...and it wasn't typing again. Instinct tells me something is wrong. What if that concerns Grace? A whole stretch of negative thoughts showed up in my mind naturally.
Rachel: Something's wrong?
I don't like what I am experiencing right now, it feels like the Long-Island-Incident all over again. I stared at the screen, Derek read the message and I am not getting any reply back.
Finally, his status changed to 'typing'. My stomach is fluttered with butterflies, but not in a good way. Waiting for his reply is almost like waiting for rain in the Sahara, you get to experience all the harshness before hope arrive.
Derek: I'm in the hospital right now.
God.
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