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Eugene was discharged from the hospital one week later. I decided that there was no point in me going to fetch him since his family will definitely be fetching him, and that me being there would only be extra so I decided to just stay at home and wait for news of him being back home to arrive.
I was reading a book when my mobile rang. The screen displayed his name. "Why didn't you come along and fetch me?" he asked, as soon as I answered the call. "I was expecting you, you know." I had no idea what to say. I didn't expect him to be waiting for me. "I thought that there wasn't any reason why I should turn up, since your parents would be fetching you anyway." "But it's the day that I'm finally discharged from the hospital!" he protested. "I was really hoping that you would turn up." he said, as he became softer than before. Upon hearing that, I felt like as if my whole body melted. "Alright, I'm sorry for not turning up. You should have told me that you wanted me to turn up. That way I would have definitely shown up." He remained silence. "Okay, how about this. I'll come over and visit you tomorrow, okay? In the mean time, you should have some rest. After all you just came back from the hospital."
"Promise?"
"Yes promise. The one who goes against their words will owe the other three packets of ice cream, agree?"
He sounded like he was grinning. Happily, he replied, "Agreed!"
His parents were away at work, while his brothers had their own commitments. He was the one who opened the door for me when I rang the doorbell. "You came!' he smiled.
"Like I promised! I wouldn't want to treat you to three packets of ice cream anyway, since you just returned from the hospital!" As I entered the house, I asked, "Have you eaten your lunch yet?" He shook his head.
"How about I cook for you?" He immediately nodded his head. He was like a five-years-old kid! I couldn't help but laugh at him.
I decided to cook him some porridge as he is still on the verge of recovering. As I was busy working away in the kitchen, he was always peeking from behind. After some time he finally settled down, since the porridge was ready to be eaten. He begin to eat. "Is it nice?" I asked cautiously. He nodded his head vigorously without uttering a word, since he was busy swallowing the porridge literally! I smiled at him. He was so cute in his current state.
Maybe it might not be a bad thing after all that he isn't remembering the past. Maybe things were meant to be this way, from this second onwards. Maybe it was all, destined.
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