Chapter 31

I stood still, not wanting to move or breathe so they don't end up facing me. It was hard work staying with two angry people. I really had no strength to start exchanging words with anyone.

"Chika I'm going." I called her after few minuted of deep silence. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The only sounds available were the sounds Chika made with pots, plates and cutleries in the kitchen as she washed them. I wondered if she was purposely hitting them against each other just to make us feel even more uncomfortable.

"Don't go. I'm cooking the Indomie for you." She shouted back. I felt very uncomfortable. I didn't want to stay a second more.

"I'll just go, Besides you need to rest. There would be food at home for me. Just rest let me start going." I argued already standing up from the bed. I honestly hoped she would let me leave, but I knew my friend chika. There was no chance in hell that she would, still I just had to ask. Who knows? I could get lucky.

"Sit down I'm already cooking." Chika said firmly, her voice rose a few notches higher. She came out of the kitchen to be sure I haven't left, her eyes were swollen and she looked really pissed.

"Ok." I smiled not wanting to provoke her. She returned the smile and went back to cooking.

"Do you think I should go help her." Sarah asked after a few minutes of silence. I could see she was feeling guilty and truly when it came to this she should, cause it's really her fault. But then I guess Chika overreacted too but I understood where she was coming from. Chika had been holding her anger over this for long and therefore she was bound to eventually react like this one day.

For me, I couldn't stay in their room for long because it was always messed up and that's what happens when one person cleans and the other scatters. It was really a hard pill to swallow and Chika had done her best to keep swallowing it, but I guess the pill was too hard to swallow today.

"Don't! She needs to calm down." I advised. I inhaled trying to calm down too. The aroma from the noodles filled the air and I could Smell sardine also. My absolute favourite if the noodles were dry and not too soft. I think only I and my mum could actually Cook the kind of noodles I loved to eat.

After about twenty minutes I decided to go help her but she was already coming out while I was going in. We both met at the kitchen door and I had to turn back carefully.

She dropped the fry pan besides the bed with three spoons in it. I smiled when I saw the third spoon. Chika was indeed an Angel. She had her flaws but they could easily be overlooked.