Chapter 5: I'm sorry, Mom

"I'm sorry, mom", Kira said.

"Really?", Chu Hua's light voice was heard. She had a voice pleasing to the ear.

" Yes".

" You want me to forgive you?"

" Yes, Mom".

" Sure! "

''Thank you, Mom", Kira was super excited. She blew a kiss at her mother and hopped into the kitchen thinking of sneaking away.

"Not so fast, my dear'', her mother's voice stopped her right on her tracks.

" Mom", Kira's quivering voice sounded, a bit pitiful.

"No home - made cookies and chocolates for a month, no shopping for a month, no usage of phone for a week and cooking practice for six weeks!", Chu Hua rattled mischievously as she flashed a lopsided smile at her daughter and walked into the kitchen.

Just at the entrance of the kitchen stood a shocked and frozen Kira. On her face was an unhappy pout and a pleading look.

''That look is not gonna work on me. Cooking starts now! ", Chu Hua said, holding a ladle in her left hand and an apron in the other.

The pleading look on Kira's face became more intense when she heard the single word 'cooking' . One of the numerous things she sucked at most was cooking. Each and every time she attempts to cook, the kitchen ends up on a disaster. Her hair, face, apron and floor are usually covered in snots. According to her mother, she was a terrible terrific chef.

"Kira dear, you should know that the kitchen is your first office. Now come in", her mother said, wearing the apron on her (Kira) and dragging her into the kitchen.

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Sara Williams walked sluggishly out of the female gymnastics hall. Hanging on her neck was a blue small towel . In her left hand was her favorite saffron coloured water bottle.

Suddenly, she fell to the ground and then felt water pouring on her. She resisted the urge to swear as she used her hand to wipe the water off her face. She would have used her towel but the towel had been soaked.

Once again, she resisted the urge to swear out loud. Still seating on the floor, she turned her head to see the culprit of her predicament.

"Kira!", she seethed.

"Sara!", Kira mimicked.

Kira and Sara had been best of friends since their grade four. They attended the same middle school and high school together. Sara's mother and Kira's mother were childhood friends. They grew up as neighbors to best friends. They were even bridesmaids during each other's wedding.

" Hey, bitch. Why did you push me? ", Sara sprang up on her feet. Her hands were itching to beat up the bitchy bitch in front of her.

"Hello, vixen. How are you? I'm surprised you are still alive", Kira said. That was how the two best friends greeted themselves. Their nicknames for each other were swear words or curses, making them seems like enemies to strangers.

"Hmm... I should say that to you, bitch. Who was the one who left France without informing her best friend? You even changed your number!", Sara humphed. She walked away with a pout towards the gym's underground garage, expecting Kira to follow her. To her surprised when she reached her red sports car and looked behind, she saw that Kira was looking at her with an indescribable expression. Seeing Kira's expression, she had an ominous feeling.

"Are you still with him?"

"Him?!", Sara asked nervously. The 'him' referred to her boyfriend, Taylor Fred. She then asked a question tentatively, "Did you send a message?"

"What do you think?", Kira replied with a question. "Sara, I told you that boy is not good news. What exactly do you see in him? On the 2nd of May at six pm on the dot, I, Kira Logan sent you a two hundred and twenty-two worded message on telegram, messenger and Wechat. I'm such that malnourished brat deleted my messages." As Kira spoke, she walked to the garage and she handed her phone to Sara showing her her the messages which had an indication that they had been sent, delivered and read by the receiver.

"Kira, I.." Sara didn't know where to start from but she knew that her bestie we annoyed.