Chapter 7
The sound of my alarm made my heart skip a beat. I opened my eyes, reaching for my cell-phone-turned-alarm-clock, since my original alarm clock was resting on a bedside table of the master's room. It was a bright new day, a new morning, a new beginning. I rose up and walked to the kitchen and decided to make pancakes for breakfast. Once I was through cooking, I placed them on a plate and took out a bottle of maple syrup from one of the cabinets. I placed some syrup on the pancakes. Afterwards, I took out the butter from the refrigerator and placed a small portion of it on the top of the highest pancake. There. Perfect.
I took out a glass from one of the cabinets. I put back the butter in the refrigerator and took out some orange juice, then poured some on the glass. Afterwards, I put the orange juice back inside the fridge, and opened the drawer to take out a knife and a fork. Finally, I opened the cabinet and got a tray, placing the plate of pancakes, the orange juice, and the knife and fork on it in a well-organized manner. I took a step back, and looked at what I've done, as if it were a work of art. "There's something missing…" I thought. I looked around the kitchen and saw napkins. I smiled and took a few, and placed it under the knife and the fork. I then lifted the tray and got out of the kitchen.
I placed the tray on the dining table, and walked towards the phone and took the pen that had always been beside the phonebook. I went back to the dining room and wrote in one of the napkins the letters, "S-O-R-R-Y" in bold letters. Then, below that, I wrote the words, "PS: I love you". I thought for a moment about the fight I had with Asuka last night. I remembered what she said to me: 'Go sleep somewhere else! I'm a bitch, so I don't give a shit where you sleep tonight!'
I chuckled, then decided to cross out the word "you" and replace it with the words, "my bitch".
PS: I love my bitch. Perfect.
For a moment, I reconsidered putting back "you", since "my bitch" sounded a little vulgar and unpleasant. But then I just decided to leave it as that. Finally, I placed my name at the bottom; well, it's not really my name, rather, it's something that indicated it was from me:
From the good-looking jerk you chose to marry.
I put back the napkin on the tray. I lifted the tray and proceeded to the room. I stopped right in front of the door.
"Hon?" I called out, "Honey? You awake?"
No answer. But I knew she was awake.
"I made you breakfast," I said, "Figured you'd be hungry. That is, if you didn't eat dinner with your friends last night."
Still no answer.
"I'm placing the tray in front of the door, alright?" I told her. "I'm leaving now. Bye!" I pretended to walk away, gradually making each step softer than the previous one. Then I stopped and waited for her to open the door. But nothing happened.
"I know you're still out there!" she called. I didn't answer, pretending to be "away".
"Edo!"
I remained silent.
Finally, I heard footsteps from inside. I wanted to say something, but I stopped myself. I knew she was going to come out any minute.
Then, I heard a twist and a turn. She unlocked the door. The doorknob twisted, and the door opened. I saw her. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying last night.
"Hey-"
"-I'm still mad at you." she snapped. She went away for a moment, and when she came back, she had my clothes for work. "Here." she said, handing it to me. I continued to stare at her, not moving a muscle. I didn't want the office clothes; I wanted to just go up to her and kiss her.
"Aren't you going to get it?" she said irritably. A few moments of silence passed us.
"Asuka, I'm sor-"
"-save it." She interrupted. When I didn't take the clothes, she tossed it at me. And when I caught it, she slammed the door, then locked it.
"Asuka, wait!" I exclaimed.
"Go away!" she shouted.
I sighed. "I'm sorry…"
"I said go away!" this time, I can tell from her voice that she was crying.
Then, we fell silent. I just stared at the door, wishing she would miraculously unlock it and open it, and come out and forgive me. "You forgot to get the pancakes…" I told her, "And it's getting cold…"
When she didn't answer, I sighed and knelt down on the floor. I saw her shadow through the cracks and knew that she was just right next to the door, sitting and leaning against it. I took the napkin with a note on it, took my pen to add something to the note, and slipped it through the small gap below the door.
"SORRY.
PS: I love ( /y/o/u/) my bitch.
From the good-looking jerk you chose to marry.
PSS: You're not a bitch. You're just stuck with a jerk.
PSSS: Don't worry. I will love you forever."