Petra's apology

Lyyana began to look panicked, afraid that a villain might enter the house. She reached for anything nearby. Her slender fingers managed to grasp the kitchen knife right next to her left side. She grabbed it and aimed it towards the hand covering her eyes.

"Whoa! Relax, darling! It's me!" the man exclaimed as he removed his hand covering Lyyana's eyes.

Lyyana turned her body to see the figure of the man standing right in front of her. "Petra!" Lyyana exclaimed, reflexively tapping Petra's arm softly as she wiped the tears that had wet her cheeks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry," Petra regretted, helping Lyyana wipe her tears. "I saw you so focused on cooking earlier, and because I was feeling playful, I intended to tease you. I didn't expect you to be that scared. I'm sorry... forgive me."

Lyyana lowered her head, making Petra feel even more guilty and uneasy. He only meant to surprise Lyyana; there was no intention to frighten her. "Sorry, I guess I went too far with my joke,"