Chapter 45

“Really?” asked Harris while raising his languid head toward my direction. His eyes sparkled when I heard my compliment earlier, and I was relieved that he no longer played with the food in front of him.

"Yes. I'm totally serious. This is really delicious. How can you cook this good?"

"Well, if you want, I'll make it every day for-"

He stopped his words when he saw me, who was still enjoying his spaghetti bolognese earlier. I was confused by what he saw, immediately swallowed the remaining spaghetti in my mouth, and tilted my head to my left.

"Harris? Is something wrong with what I said?"

Without answering my question, he immediately got up from his chair to mine, then hugged me tightly. His hands were busy stroking my head and I could feel his heartbeat again which sounded so clearly in my ear that it stuck to his chest.

"Harris?"

He didn't answer my question earlier. Instead, I began to hear the sound of his muffled cry while still hugging me tightly. Confused about what to do, I just replied by patting his back lightly.

"How can I forget all about you, Leah? I don't think I can afford to leave you for the second time." he said between his cries.

"What do you mean? I don’t understand it at all."

Upon hearing my question earlier, he let go of his hug from me. His eyes fixed on me as if he didn't intend to take his eyes off me.

"Leah, I'll wait for you until you remember me again. No matter how long it will take, I will wait for you."

After saying that, he returned to his seat and ate his meal. Leaving me, who was still frozen in my chair because I don't know what to do at a time like this. My brain seemed to stop thinking, while my hand that was still holding the fork moved the fork back and put it into my mouth without realizing it. I enjoy the taste that spaghetti gives in my mouth and feed it back to my mouth until it runs out. Then I drank the orange juice he had prepared for me until it ran out.

"Do you want to go back now?" he asked, who had also finished eating his breakfast, getting up from his chair.

I immediately snapped out of my daydream and nodded. "Yes. But first I want to take my belongings in your room before I leave your house."

He shook his head. "No need to do that. You can just leave it here."

"I can't do that. The clothes I wore yesterday, I want to take home and wash them at home."

"You don’t need to think too much about it. Let me wash your clothes. When we meet again, you can take them home."

I raise my eyebrows. "How come you be so sure I'll come to your house again?"

"I'm pretty sure you'll come back to my house soon. You can also bring your dog here." he said reluctantly. "Well, even if he wants to play together."

"I'll ask him later." I said, getting up from the chair I was sitting on earlier. Then when I was about to leave the dining room, he immediately got up from his chair and held my hand.

"Leah?"

"What else?" I asked, turning to the hand that was still holding me down.

"If I may know, besides your dog, are there other people you want to play with?"

I thought for a moment after hearing his question earlier. "For now, there's no one. Why?"

"Oh. Just asking." he replied, taking his hand off mine. I was relieved that he no longer held my hand and took the plates and glasses we had used for breakfast. I quickly took it to the kitchen and put it in the sink. Then I took the apron hanging near the sink and put it on.

"Just leave it to me, Leah. Let me wash it. You can rest there."

I shook my head. "I can't do that. Besides, you've cooked breakfast for me, so I'll wash it as a return."

"But…"

"Once again I heard the voice of protest from your mouth, I assure you this will float next." I said, taking the butcher knife that was near me and preparing to throw the knife at him.

"Okay, okay. I give up. I'll wait there." he replied, raising his hands while pointing at the living room which was located not too far from his dining room. I nodded in satisfaction and immediately turned my attention to the dirty cooking and eating utensils and cleaned them one by one.

After finishing washing everything, I dry my hands with a towel. Then I took off the apron and put it back in place.

"Harris?" I called from the kitchen. He doesn't answer my calls. I tried calling him many times, but he again didn't answer me. Out of curiosity, I walked away from the kitchen to the living room. Apparently, he was holding the photo displayed on the table near the sofa chair. He seemed oblivious to my presence, who was now sitting next to him.

"Where was that place taken?" I asked, pointing at the photo he was holding at the moment. He was surprised at my question earlier and almost jumped out of his chair.

"When are you finished?" he asked, quickly putting the picture frame back into place.

"Just now. I called you several times, but you didn't answer. That's why I became curious. And then I found you busy with your thoughts." I complained, leaning against the sofa chair.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you called me earlier."

"No problem. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it's not a big deal." he repeated in a low voice. His eyes looked sad when repeating what I said earlier, and to be honest I really don't understand what he was thinking.

Then he turned his gaze towards me. "You want to go home, right? I'll take you home now." he said, getting out of his chair and pulling me out of his house.

Luckily I had time to take my bag which was still in the living room and immediately slung it over my shoulder. I let his hand continue to pull me out of his house, while I watched his figure from behind. Somehow I feel that the person in front of me now looks so fragile. Like a crack in the glass that was rearranged into the glass, but it was not perfect because there are still crack marks on various sides. Yes, I thought that describes him better for the fragile Harris’ figure in my eyes right now.

I kept watching him until I didn't realize that we had arrived in front of his car, which was parked in his car garage. He opened his car door for me and invited me to board, which I ignored.

"Leah?" he asked, bringing his face closer to mine.

I immediately woke up from my reverie. "Oh, yes? What’s wrong?"

"What are you thinking about?" he asked with a confused face.

I did not answer his question and immediately hugged him. Somehow I really wanted to do it, and I'm also confused about what I was doing right now. He did not ask the reason why I suddenly hugged him and returned my hug earlier. After a while, I let go of my arms and quickly got into the car, without even turning back at him.

Harris only paused for a moment before closing his car door and hurried into the car. He started the car and we left his house for my house, without either of us intending to open up a conversation on the way.

Not knowing what to talk to this person who had absolutely no intention of explaining anything to me, I took my smartphone to check whether Dominik had messaged me or not.

Very nice. There were no messages or phone calls from him. He must be really upset right now, and I did not blame him for this. I took a deep breath and put my phone back in my bag. My eyes then turned to the scenery outside the car window, enjoying the view before me, hoping to get to my house quickly.