We all hate to lose to arguments. We have our own ego, right? But sometimes, maybe some of us realized that, a friendship, or a relationship, is worth more than our own ego.
Chapter Four
It's Your Turn To Take A Seat
"Robin, where are you?"
"I'm in the shower!"
"I thought you went out somewhere or anything. Do you like Ferris wheels?"
"Ferris wheels?"
"Yeah. I thought we should do stuff and explore this place, you know. We used to go here a couple of times but we spent most of our time in the hotel room."
"In the room, under the blanket, all the time. Wasn't it fun?"
"Very funny, Robin."
"I blame you, you were very irresistibly sexy then."
"I'm sorry I'm not that irresistibly sexy anymore."
"Don't be sorry, Zoro, I'm sure you're still irresistibly sexy. I just don't have the authority to see you without your clothes anymore, so I'm afraid I couldn't be the judge of that."
She turned off the tap and wiped herself dry, and wrapped herself in the hotel towel. She unlocked the bathroom door and went to her luggage to pick a set of clean clothes for dinner – a pair of nice pastel cropped skinny pants, and a good black singlet, and her undergarments, of course. She noticed her ex-boyfriend on the white sofa, with his jacket still on, she assumed that he had just arrived from wandering around in the complex.
"You actually didn't get lost wandering off on your own, congratulations."
"How do you think I survived in Germany? My sense of direction improved a lot, you know."
"I'm going to get dressed. Are you going to take your shower?"
"Too lazy."
"You haven't showered since we arrived. Go, you smell."
Zoro took off his jacket and left it on the sofa, and walked lazily to the bathroom. As soon as Robin was sure Zoro is in the shower – the sound of water streaming down like rain that echoes was heard – she started to get dressed herself.
"So, Robin."
"Yes?"
"Ferris wheel?"
"At night?"
"I thought you like it better, the scene from heights at night."
"Zoro, oh, Zoro. Why are you being so nice? I thought you never cared about how or what I like."
"You kidding? 'Course I care."
"No, not really. I remember when we date, it's always about how you like things."
"Well, you never said anything. I thought you don't have a problem with my choices."
"I don't have any problem with your choices. I can tolerate everything. I was just a little disappointed that you've rarely ask me how I prefer things to be."
"So now, you're saying that I still shouldn't care how you prefer things to be? Because I never did, while we dated?"
"I never said that. I was just pointing out that you've became more… thoughtful. Somewhat. Now."
"And I was never thoughtful before? Gosh, Robin. That's hurts."
"I was just being a little sarcastic. I'm sorry if your heart took some damage."
"You still talk like that. Funny. But it still hurts, Robin."
"I'm really sorry. Finish your shower. We'll have dinner. I'll pay for dinner."
Things never did change, not to Robin, at least. She was still the apologetic Robin, the girl who tolerates everything, and then sarcastically hears out her dissatisfaction, and then argues, and then apologises, because she didn't want to argue. Or sometimes, because Zoro's defence words and angry intonation hurts her like a brush made of needles tugging to the end of her throat. Because she was afraid she would end up crying silently behind her pillow, and because Zoro would turn into someone so ignorant, because he is angry.
But most of the time, Robin always quickly apologises, and gives in, and ends the argument. Because she know, and she would always remember, that losing a stupid argument is nothing compared to losing a person you love just because of a stupid argument.