Chapter 3- He Cook
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Evangeline's Point Of View*
I was holding my head because of this man. When will his memory come back so I can go back to America?
"Can I court you?" he said to me again.
"I'm not ready for that so please stop that."
I don't care if he gets hurt by what I said because I don't have that thing in my mind yet. All I want is revenge for my friends who died in front of me.
"Eat first. I'm still full and I'll eat later."
I walked to the bathroom and immediately went in and there my tears fell and I leaned against the door and sat on the floor while silently crying.
"Moroccan, I will do everything I kill you with my gun. I will never stop you until I get the justice that we all need."
I punched the tiles and luckily the tiles didn't break. I heard someone knock and I knew it was him.
"What?"
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, eat now. I'm going to take a shower."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, stop asking too much."
"Okay, if you need my help. I'm always on your side."
"Hmm."
I stood up and went straight to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I saw myself with red eyes from crying.
I took my cell phone and turned on the news and there was the news of the explosion at the Paris Mall and I could see who died in the explosion and my heart sank when I saw the names of my colleagues.
I don't deserve to live in the first place. I wish I had been part of the explosion. I looked at the bathtub and slowly walked towards it while my tears were still falling while I'm still wearing clothes.
I sat in the bathtub with water and I slowly lay down until I was under the water. I am a useless person. I slowly closed my eyes until I felt that I needed to breathe but I still stayed there and I was held on both sides when suddenly someone pulled me and I coughed because I felt the air again. I coughed and felt someone hug me.
"Oh my God, don't do this. Don't kill yourself because that's bad."
I just started crying while he was still hugging me.
"Why did you save me? I want to kill myself," I cried while punching him but he didn't stop hugging me.
"No, don't kill yourself. I'll do anything just don't do that to yourself, okay?"
He held my hand and looked at me carefully.
"Why?" He looked at me in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"We've only just met and you're already attached of me. I don't know why you saved me from the explosion and now why did save me."
"I think my past self wouldn't let you die that's why he saved you. And I also feel a closeness to my heart like I want you."
I just shook my head and stood up and he helped me stand up and looked at him.
"Please, I don't have time for that. What I want is to take revenge on that Moroccan! He killed all my friends and other innocent people in that mall. And it was because of my negligence that all that happened. It's not right that I lived."
I cried again and in front of him. He came to me and hugged me which surprised me. I feel weak in his embrace.
"I help you with that. Once I remember that I am, I will do everything just to help you."
I looked at his face. He looks rich. I saw him take a towel and wipe my hair.
"Don't do that again, please."
His smiling face was replaced by sadness and he looked like I regretted that I told him to stop smiling. I was surprise when he pick me up and sit me in the tiles.
"Wait, I bring your clothes."
I was already dressed and I looked at him and he was cooking. I don't know what he will cook.
Wait, he got amnesia, why does he remember what the ingredients are?
I just let it go and just sat on the Sofa looking at my cell phone. Because the General texted that I will only return to America when I am feeling well from that incident.
He seems to know that I am in the stage where revenge is on my mind. I leaned on the sofa and closed my eyes.
And I woke up and slowly looked at the man who was busy tasting what he was cooking.
If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in this world. He is like my guardian angel. And in my whole life, I have only met a person like this who is pure and will do everything to make me happy.
In my life, all I do is suspect and pretend to all people because I don't know if they can be trusted or not. But it's different from my colleagues who died in the Bomb. I held my chest. They were taken from me early and it was so painful that someone close to you died early. So I'm afraid that someone else will approach me to make friends like this man because he might be like others who will just disappear. I closed my eyes because I'm sleeping I feel bad now.
"My love."
Even when I was weak, I looked at him. What the, my love? that man really won't stop. If he was ugly I would have thrown it out the window from the start. It's just a joke. I am still indebted to him.
"That's not my name."
"That's what I'm going to call you because you have no plans to tell me your name."
"Good you know."
"You're cute when your angry and I like you even more." I frowned and looked at him and closed my eyes again.
"My head hurts so please stop that."
He suddenly touched my forehead.
"You have a slight fever. Eat at least a little so you can take the medicine."
"I have no appetite."
"You haven't eaten yet."
"Please, let me take care of you. How can you take revenge for that if you get sick like that?"
I looked at him. He is right how can I avenge my colleagues if I am weak? I looked at what he cooked and slowly stood up but my head was still spinning. And good thing he caught me.
I immediately look at him.
"I'll take care of you, okay?"
"Up to you."
I saw his smile again and he sat me down and leaned my head on his shoulder and he blew on what he cooked before feeding it to me. It looks like he made chicken soup.
I don't know if the taste is bad because he doesn't remember anything. I ate it slowly and my eyes widened because it was delicious.
"Not bad."
"It's good that you like my cook."
I didn't answer and I just gaped and heard his soft laugh.
"You know I just now feel this happy in my life."
"How could you say that, you still don't remember anything."
"I just felt it."
He wiped my mouth and followed me again. When I looked at the plate, it was empty. Did I eat it all?
"Where's the fever medicine here?"
I looked at him and he was holding my medicine container.
"The blue one."
He took the blue one and opened it and made me drink the medicine and I was surprised when he suddenly picked me up.
"Hey, you're not good yet. Put me down."
"I'm okay. Don't worry about me, my love."
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