I cooked instant noodles for myself, sat on the floor, and ate it while it was hot.
Each hotness that touched my tongue came along with a spicy sweetness that was hard to forget.
But despite enjoying the noodles, my mind kept on thinking about the thing Lara told me to do today, before she would forgive me. Before I could earn her forgiveness.
Judging by the kind of person I was, I kept on wondering if I would be able to do as she had told me. I knew myself. I have not gotten that kind of courage yet.
I finished eating the last of my long noodles and left the small pot aside, before cleaning the sweat on my face using a panda handkerchief.
Thinking about how stressful today was going to be for me, I wished that today I would not go to work.
I wished that I could remain lying in
