Chapter 49 - Power Couple

I waited a minute or two after the fan signing, Thing one, two and Harin's fangirling to come to an end, when I finally opened the bathroom stall and hurriedly got out to rinse the remaining taste of puke from out of my mouth.

I sighed as I checked the crinkled of my eyes to check if they were white from iron deficiency and indeed they were.

I turned the tap off after rinsing my my puke stained mouth and sweat and grease stained face then fished a black face mask from the pocket of my sweats, putting it on before exiting the bathroom.

I opened the door of the bathroom scanning the area from inside before finally deciding that it was safe enough to step out into the corridor.

The coast was clear from here to the door as far as I could see so I silently made my way to the door hoping to not draw any attention.

I decided to take one single glance back into their direction and immediately regretted it for Harin was now on Shiwoo's lap and they looked as if they were having a good time.

He was genuinely smiling and adding to the conversation and I felt a pang of jealous right in my chest as he placed his head on her shoulder.

They looked like the perfect couple on paper and the picture of them sat right.

I lowered my head as I exited the café slowly making my way home.

I don't know why I felt this way as if we had history.

We barely even knew each other for a month and that night was a mistake.

This baby...was a mistake.

I sobbed wiping my tears as I entered my building and rode the elevator up to my floor.

It really was not my day and I wanted nothing more than to just sleep my life away.

My tummy grumble as I went to my room to wrap myself in my bed sheet as some kind of cocoon.

I held my monkey George close to me as I cried and he just soaked up all my tears just like old times. 

I hadn't spoken to my mom since the last time she called and tell me to visit the doctor for what was I supposed to tell her?

"Oh mom yeah I went to the doctor and turns out it is just a flesh wound so no need to worry oh and I'm two weeks pregnant with a soon to be married man's child. Right I almost forgot, his fiancé is my ex best friend.

Yup. Seems like a quality mother daughter bonding topic to me.

I cried and I cried some more when I finally decided that I was no longer capable of bearing this hunger.

I unwrapped myself from my bed sheet, like the gift I was and made my way to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and saw that I had ingredients to make myself a chicken soup Jamaican style.

I took the almost gone bad ground provisions from the bottom of the fridge and placed them in the sink then took the raw chicken from the freezer to thaw.

I hadn't made myself soup in while, in fact I haven't made any food in a while.

Food delivery was so easy to do so I would often get that plus Harin was usually paying.

Well that privilege is gone so best get back familiar with the olden days.

I took a medium sized pot from the pot drawer making sure to give it a little rinse before placing it on the stove, pouring water into it to boil.

I quickly took the chicken out of the bag and sliced the breast and back bone into small pieces, sprinkling some salt, pepper, chicken seasoning and some pimento seeds on the clean and slice meat before placing it into the pot to boil.

I chopped up some rustic potatoes, yam, carrots and sweet potato putting them to the side, waiting to add them to the pot as soon as the meat tenderizers.

I busied myself with cleaning up my waste and mess as I waited for the chicken to cook.

I was now bored out of my mind as I finished cleaning, standing over the pot willing it to cook faster asking myself why I didn't use the pressure cooker.

I opened the cabinets and fridge looking for something to occupy myself when I found some rice and decided to just make myself some for the side when I got a sudden spark of inspiration to make mochi.

I took placed some of the rice into a blender and blended it till it was smooth as possible then rain it through a sieve.

It took me an thirty minutes to an hour to get the dough right after turning and hitting the shit out of it.

I decided that it was good enough for me like the way it was and added my ice-cream to them before placing them into the deep freeze.

I had a bit of dough left over so I rolled those into a cylinder shape and plopped them into the pot to make Tteokbokki.

The vegetables were finally ready to be added to the pot so I did when  the rice cooker sang telling me that it was time to eat.

I smiled to myself admiring my work and abilities when the front door opened. 

I was just added some extra seasoning such as scallion, onion, thyme, bay leaves, and garlic to the pot when Harin came into the kitchen. 

I ignored her as she went to the fridge obviously thinking of a way to ask me what I had made.

Harin had grown up privilege so she had no idea how to handle herself in the kitchen and would often beg me to cook for her and I would but today I didn't feel like sharing.

Although we were not on good terms I would have offered her plate if I hadn't heard everything that she had to say about me.

I did a finally taste test on my soup nodding at how delicious it tasted before lowering the heat to let it simmer.

She licked her lips and I could see her mouth watering so I just smirked and ignored her.

She has another thing coming if she thinks she will get to taste at least single grain of rice.

This "follower" has resigned.