REMEMBER ME?...
part 60's
Kiara took off the woolen jacket wrapped around her body after coming home from the hospital in her room. He was sitting on the bed staring straight at a large mirror in the corner of the room.
Looking at his own condition that cannot be said to be good. Now, after her illness had been completely revealed, Kiara seemed to be awakened from her long slumber. Wakened from a beautiful dream and must return to face the harsh reality. That he was sick, unhealthy.
The girl seemed to be able to see herself more clearly. His skin grew pale, his hair light faded, his cheeks were blushing, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
His body also seemed to be getting lighter by the day. Kiara was still staring at the mirror. He did not understand why he only realized the condition of his body like this now? Why did he look okay?
Is this the effect of his illness or the effect of his despair?
Yes, even when the girl had just walked out of the doctor's room, she was already feeling desperate. Doctors said his illness had progressed. Again and again, he advised her to have surgery if at least she wanted to feel what it was like to live a normal life. But then again, there is only about a 60% chance for the success of its operations and a 40% chance of failure.
Hearing that, of course, Kiara is afraid. 60 percent is obviously still a big number, but 40 percent is also a big number for a failure.
What if suddenly the operation did not go as expected and that 40 percent became 100 percent? The doctor said it himself, if the operation was not successful, then the chances are he will continue like this or even have to use a buffer device to keep breathing. Worst of all, he won't be able to breathe anymore. In another sense, dead.
Kiara doesn't want to take any chances. Therefore, he was feeling very confused at the moment. The girl is the type of person who often thinks negatively if it has been faced with two choices. And because of his bad habits, he had a hard day.
In addition, his absence in his work made him unable to turn his mind to anything else. And it's bad. Really bad.
A knock on her bedroom door made Kiara come back from her subconscious. The girl blinked a few times before inching up from her bed while folding her jacket and then exclaiming,
“Come in!”
The door of the room opened and the tiny figure of a long-haired girl emerged from behind it. Smiling brightly looked at Kiara.
“Kiara!”
Kiara looked over and her eyes lit up. The girl smiled—her first smile today, then spread out her hands to receive a hug from the girl who had just entered her room.
“Marsha, I miss you!” kiara said in her arms.
"i miss you a lot too, Kia..” reply Marsha while releasing her embrace. The girl smiled and stared fixedly at Kiara. His hand moved touching Kiara's cheek and stroked her gently.
“How are you? Why do you look pale? Are you sick?”ask Marsha to worry.
Kiara smiled then shook her head, refusing to say a word. He has not told Marsha and Daren about his illness, his two closest friends. And the girl also told her parents to keep it a secret because Kiara intended to tell her with her own mouth.
Someone then cleared from the door. Kiara averted her eyes and smiled seeing Daren there, leaning against the door support while scyching.
“Did you not miss me, Kiara?” god, as always.
“Aish... Do you want to be missed?” cibir Marsha is avenged by Daren. The man then looked back at Kiara, waiting for the girl's answer.
Daren smiled with satisfaction. He then walked up to Kiara and Marsha then ruffled Kiara's hair while muttering some words of praise that made the girl laugh.
In an instant, they had already re-engaged in the long conversation in Kiara's room. The three sat on the carpet that was there while listening to each other's stories. Daren said that at their university, Marsha was the best and later the girl was offered a scholarship abroad but she turned it down.
“I don't understand why you reject such a rare opportunity.” Daren said as he shook his head.
“If I were in your position, I would definitely take it with great pleasure.”
Marsha glanced towards Daren sharply. “Hey, it's not because I don't want to go, you know. But since there was someone begging me not to go, that's why I didn't go.” The reply.
Daren was grieving at the lack of words. The man then turned his eyes to Kiara who had just noticed them arguing. He admitted, Kiara is a little different now.
The girl had only responded to their debate a few times and had not even tried to break them up as usual. This is certainly not the habit of the girl. Kiara who he knows is Kiara who always can not stop talking and hobbies disturb the peace of others.
“Kia, what about your work? I heard you were on leave today. Why?” daren asked, curious about Kiara's life.
Kiara was silent for a while as if she was thinking the right answer. The girl then replied, “I got an offer to work with Kris Choi at Paris Fashion Week in 6 months.”
Both Daren and Marsha who heard this rounded their eyes. Kiara did deliberately divert the conversation, and it seems that it worked.
“Really?! Whaaah!!! That's great!” marsha is excited.
“Yes! Yep! If you meet Candice Swanepoel*, please have her autograph for me, okay?” daren.
Marsha once again glanced at Daren then hit her head hard enough to make the man complain and yell at her, asking her why she hit him.
“You think your dream model will be there? Fashion shows are different from the lingerie fashion shows you often see! For God's sake, when are you going to get those dirty thoughts out of your head, anyway?” cecar Marsha with high volume.
“Hey, what's wrong with idolizing someone?! I also never protested when you called Jimin BTS by name when he appeared on television or when you watched his concert and dragged me to come with you. You think that's fun for me?” daren's reply won't lose.
“But still, your fantasy is about—“
“Can you two stop?” Kiara cut Marsha's words while chuckling.
For some reason, Kiara felt amused to see these two best friends. She knew they were both very into debating, but the girl also realized something had changed in their debate.
To be precise, they look like lovers who feel jealous because their partners idolize others besides themselves.
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