"Done." I announce as I walk back to the kitchen. He's sitting on the bar stool, swiping the phone screen furiously, which I know by heart that he's playing Fruit Ninja. "Good. I've already told Cass I'm busy today so," he puts his phone on the kitchen island, now focusing on me. "Okay." Another rule for our friendship day and that sacred one-pass-a-year; nobody interrupts us. I figured the only person who would do that in my life is Mom and May but they both have their life to live, so nahhh, no need to inform them about this. We don't even contact each other every day. Being best friends doesn't mean we have to talk every day. "Let's have breakfast, shower, then go to the park. Okay?" "Okay." I grab the omelette and squirt some ketchup on the side, "What time did you wake up?" "Six." Wow that's early. Though he does wake up at 6.30 every morning on weekdays. "What time did you sleep?""I don't know, around 3. Maybe." I nod a couple times, munching the omelette without aski
“Do you feel like having Italian?" I ask him on our way home, it's only two hours since we had our big breakfast but I'm already craving for some pasta. "Italian? You mean pasta? Or the Mafia?" "Stop it Toff! Pasta!" I hit him on the arm as he laughs. Both of us are absolutely at ease since we've settled our issues. I am again comfortable with my best friend. "You want me to cook or you want to eat at Carmine's?" He asks after he’s done laughing at his own joke. "Do you want to cook lunch or dinner? Choose one. Either lunch at Carmine's or dinner at Crabby Panties." His eyes light up at the mention of his favorite place, "Alright I'll cook lunch!"He strips his clothes once we're home, cooking in just a pair of boxer as I take my own sweet time to change into a comfortable shirt and shorts. Fine, this is his shirt too but like what happened to his previous shirts, it's mine now. "I've always loved your pasta!" I sit on the bar stool, planning to watch him cook while doing nothin
We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about random stuff but knowing us, we mostly talk about sex and relationships. That's when I know Cassie is actually uncomfortable with how close he is with me. No, let me rephrase that. Cassie doesn't get why he is so close with me as if there isn't enough men in this world to be his best friend that he has to have me, a woman, in his life so yeah, Cassie is ‘very’ uncomfortable with how close he is with me. That's why for the past three, okay almost-four months, Toffer always go out on a date with her five to six days a week, and would send her home every morning instead of going to work with me as we always have. In short, she doesn't want Toffer to spend time with me anymore. Though he has not failed to show up to our weekly Saturday dinner at Mom's, which he will later disappear right after sending me home and will only come back with dearest Cassie for their passionate love making -insert gag face here-. I seriously didn't know that
When I wake up the next day, his side is already empty so I immediately go out to check if he's preparing his infamous Big Breakfast Sunday. But the kitchen looks empty, so I check my room to find snoring May is still on my bed. I quickly grab my phone on the nightstand to call him but it goes straight to his voicemail. I shoot a text asking of his whereabout, if he's okay.Once Princess May is awake, both of us have a brunch near her place then I spend the rest of the day with my god-daughter and god-sons. Countless texts and calls remain unanswered, I am seriously worried by the time I reach home that night. The house is empty, and his room looks exactly the same as I left it this morning. Throughout our friendship, he only went missing once, when he broke up with Lauren for the third time. He was in a mess, and they broke up for the longest time ever. He was beyond sad to find out Lauren cheated on him with her childhood friend but they somehow got over it; exhibit 1: birth of Ka
I'm so relieved realising the next day is his turn to have Kai because that little guy really takes up all his time; he needs all the distraction to keep him busy while Cassie figures out their relationship, even if it's only for one week since Kai lives with each parent alternately. Every morning he would wake up, get Kai ready, get him ready, then the three of us are off to school/office. Come evening, he'd pick me up before we go to the little boy's playschool to get him. We'd cook dinner, sit and dine together, then start our bedtime routine; bath, storybook, bed. In that order. He'd doze off as early as 8pm with Kai, only to wake up early in the morning to work his ass off in the gym downstairs. The cycle repeats, until the following Monday when Kai returns to Lauren's.I dread thinking I'll be alone with him again next week. Guess we'll have to deal with it one way or the other; the heartbreak. *** Kai return
"She's not the only one who gets to choose, Toff." He finally lets me go, but both of his hands are now holding the side of my arms, eyes boring into mine, "You're going to leave me too, Nina?" When I was with Christian, I was always the first option despite the possibility of our relationship being just a bet. He was a gentleman, he always prioritised me above his friends or anything else that he could control. He made me feel important. He made me feel I’m wanted despite my struggle with body image; I was overweight in middle school until I finished my bachelor degree. Those are probably the wrong reasons to be with someone but I’ve gotta admit, those qualities made me fell head over heels for him. With Toffer, I'm always the last option. If he's seeing someone, I would always be pushed to the end of the list. But I don't really mind, considering I understand that he needs to put his girlfriend above me, just like Christi
I don't even know if he's coming today. But that doesn't stop me from being anxious since last night. I've been ignoring his texts and calls since I left Monday evening. Perhaps he's not coming following his last text two days ago? [Alright, I'll leave you alone. Not because I stop fighting for our friendship, but because I'm giving you time to miss me 😌]He sure got me smiling with that. But not enough for me to pick up the phone and call him or even text him. No, I still need time to think about us. If I should move out and learn to live on my own. Maybe Cassie's right. Maybe we're too close. Perhaps a little distance is good for our friendship and his relationship in the future.Or stay and move on with our life as usual? I mean, May's right. You’ve gotta have trust in your relationship for it to work. Maybe he’ll find someone like Lauren who accepted me just fine. Or better, someone like me who instead of seeing the best friend as
I've never been this nervous my entire life. Okay that's a lie. This is actually comparable to the day I asked Jason for a break up after two years engagement. Also comparable to those moments when I step into the exam hall during my four years degree. Also, uhh, this is not the time to line up all the examples, Nina. I take a deep breath then step out of the elevator, into the narrow hallway with an interesting reception booth at the end of it. There are two attractive women with an earpiece attached to their head. "Good afternoon," I greet one of them who seems more approachable. She looks up and smiles, "Good afternoon. How may I assist you?" "Erm, can I see Mr Johnsons? Is he in today?" That fucker hasn't returned any of my calls or even replied my texts so he leaves me no choice but to come here to hunt him down. "Yes but can I know your name? What time is your appointment with him?" "I, errr, I don't have an