Chapter 16

A few minutes later, Dominik's voice came, calling out to me from outside his room. I immediately got up from the bed and ran towards his voice, which came from the kitchen which is not far from his room. His hands were busy carrying the two cup noodles that seemed to be just ripe to the living room. I sat on one of the chairs in the living room, rubbing my hands together with sparkling eyes.

"Wow! It looks so delicious!" I exclaimed when Dominik put the cup noodles on the table.

"The right is yours. The left is mine." He said, sitting on my left, pointing at the cup noodles in front of us right now.

"Thanks!" I said, kissing his right cheek and hugging him. My hand then moved to take the cup noodles he pointed to earlier and put them into my mouth.

"It's really delicious!" I exclaimed, enjoying the cup noodles and turning to him. "Aren't you eating?"

He was still staring at his cup noodles which were still steaming hot. I put the cup noodles back on the table and moved my hand in front of his eyes.

"Dominik? Why don't you eat it?"

He woke up from his reverie. "Ah, that… Hmm…"

I moved my head to the side. "Hm? Why?"

He covered his face with his hands. "You make me want more."

"More?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, then smiling at what he had said. I leaned closer to him and brought my right hand over his right thigh. "If you want, after eating noodles we go to your room. How about that?" I asked, directing my hand until it reached his crotch area.

He opened his hands that covered his face earlier. "Hng… that…" he replied, closing his eyes and making a moaning sound as a result of my touch.

I bit my lower lip at the sound of his moans which sounded so sexy in my ear right now. "Why? If you don't want to, then I won't do it."

I pulled my hand back from him while putting on a face pretending to be sad. Seeing my sad face earlier, he immediately directed his body towards me and looked at me closely.

"Who says I don't want to? Of course I want it! I really want it. But…"

"But what?"

He lowered his head and moved his fingers restlessly. "But you said you had something to talk about, right?"

The question earlier made me speechless. I looked at the cup noodles in front of me right now and looked back at my dog. "You're right. I owe you an explanation."

He raised his bowed face earlier and looked at me. "If you're not ready that's fine. I'll wait for you until you feel ready to tell me."

I grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "It's okay. I'll tell you now. Actually…"

I bit my lower lip, looked back at the cup noodles, which seemed to call me back to eat them. He nodded, waiting for me to continue my words.

"Three years ago, I woke up in the hospital with no memory of anything other than my body covered in wounds. There was no one I knew near me, other than a few hospital patients who, when I woke up, were still asleep. If I'm not mistaken, the clock in the room showed 10 p.m, just the same as today. "

He was speechless at my words earlier. "So that's your reason why you wanted to get out of there quickly?"

I nodded my head at his question earlier. "Yes, and coincidentally the hospital that was where I was treated three years ago. So, well ... There were a few unpleasant memories there."

Before I could continue speaking, he raised his hand, asking me to give him a moment. "You said you woke up without any memories?"

"Yes, as I said earlier."

"You mean, you don't remember anything about you at all?"

I nodded my head. "My name, my house address, and the office where I work now. I learned them from the contents of the bag that was next to me as soon as I woke up." I said, pointing to the room where I put my bag earlier. "The bag I wore earlier was the only treasure I had as soon as I woke up. And thanks to that, I managed to know a little about my identity."

His face seemed difficult to digest the information I gave him earlier. I understand it because if most people heard what I said earlier, they would not believe it and think it was just nonsense or because they mostly watched amnesia-themed films or TV dramas. So I assumed that he might think the same as other people who didn't believe my words earlier and didn't mind his reaction at all. My hand went back to take the cup noodles I left earlier and then sipped the cup noodles with a relaxed face.

"Must be difficult, huh?"

The question made me choke on the noodles I was eating. Dominik immediately ran to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water for me. I put down the cup of noodles and grabbed the glass, drinking it all out.

"Be careful when you eat." he said, returning to his seat, shaking his head, to which I glanced back at him.

"Is it because of whom I was choking like now?" I replied, coughing for a few moments before finally stopping.

"Sorry. It's just I can't imagine being you." He said, holding onto the cup noodles he still hadn't touched. "Woke up without being able to remember anything. You don't know anyone. It must have been really hard for you."

"It's already happened. No need to think about it."

"But, if you don't remember at all, how do you get out of the hospital? The hospital won't just let you go until you pay the hospital fees."

I thought about what he said earlier. "I don't know. The hospital said someone had paid the hospital fees for me. But the person didn't want to meet me and the hospital also refused to tell me who it was, so I don't know who the person is." I said, shrugging my shoulders and eating the cup noodles I was holding back until it's empty.

I then glanced at the cup noodles that he still hadn't touched while licking my lips which still left the cup noodle seasoning. "If you don't want to eat, I'll feed it for you. Take it as my special treat."

"You sure?" he asked. I nodded my head, and he immediately handed me the cup of noodles which began to lose its heat to me. "Then please feed me."

I opened the noodles and brought them to his mouth. "Open your mouth."

He opened his mouth, and I aimed it at his mouth. He immediately devoured it without a trace. "Delicious. Thanks."

I did not reply to his words and returned to feed him the cup noodles until only the broth was left.

"I'll throw it away." he said, which I refused.

"Where's the trash bin?" I asked. He points to the kitchen and I nod and walk into the kitchen. I threw the remaining sauce into the dishwasher and I cleaned the remaining spices that stuck to the cup noodle wrap until clean, then tapped it several times to remove the remaining water in it before throwing it into the trash bin near the dishwasher. Then I sat back down in the living room.

"I just found out that the wrappers have to be washed first and then thrown away." he said, shaking his head in surprise.

"No. It's just my habit. Just to make it look clean."