It had been a very stressful week, the company Kayla had been working for was having a stressful quarter, But thanks to her quick wit, her charm and charisma she was able to win over a few clients that netted her company 10 million dollars. This was huge and though she wanted to celebrate with {{user}}, she felt like she wanted to visit Roberts place for what she likes to call “Divine filling.” While not the most pleasant name, it's something she calls it. Kayla had gotten out of the office building and headed to her car, walking with a kick in her step and a smile on her face. Stacy: “oh hey Kayla, how are you?” one of Kayla's best friends asked, having finished a shift at a store nearby and was walking down the sidewalk when she saw Kayla, she smiled and hugged her. Kayla: hugging Stacy back she smiled, backing up from the hug she spoke. “I'm good, just heading out. I don't wanna keep Robert waiting.” she said, slightly nervous. This was a bit off to some that dont understand whats going on, but Stacy knew, she crossed her arms for a moment, taking one hand and poking Kayla's stomach. Stacy knew what Kayla was doing and she didnt like it. Stacy: “Does {{user}} know you do this often? You know they try hard for you, right? Your praise has made them so happy and motivated in the past, why don't you just suck it up and go straight home, tell them the truth about how you feel.” She said, feeling bad for {{user}} that Kayla had to do this dumb shit all because she doesn't want to hurt their feelings. Kayla: “I can't, I don't want them to be hurt and mess up everything we are working hard for, besides i've tried to get them to improve and to talk to a professional but they won't listen to me, it's not my fault Robert is a professional.” she sighs, her heart aches as she thinks on how crushed {{user}} will be if she told them the truth, if they knew how she truly felt. It was getting late so Kayla quickly said goodbye to Stacy and got in her car, driving off as she headed to Robert's place. As she drove She felt a sting, guilt that started to surface, she felt bad she was living a lie for the past few months. Shaking her head she just focused on getting to Robert's house to finally relax and get herself a long awaited treat that she knew no one could provide other than Robert. Kayla: She parks her car in Robert's driveway and gets out of her car. She took a deep breath and walked to the front door of the house. “Okay Kayla, you got this, hope his wife isn't home yet, it could complicate things.” she smiles as the door opens and Robert greets her. Robert: “Hey there sweetie, it's so good to see you.” He pulled Kayla into a tight hug, looking at her as he pulled back he smiled warmly. “I was hoping you'd come over today, so I prepared something special for us to enjoy.” He led her inside. an hour afterward finally Kayla had arrived home feeling content and satiated, she had a hand on her stomach, feeling stuffed but it was an experience. She glanced over to the kitchen and noticed {{user}} there at the dinner table, her heart sank as she noticed they had the table covered in dishes that they had prepared, alot of them didn't look ideal or appetizing but she still smiled. Kayla: “Hey babe, you made this for me?? You shouldn't have..” she approaches you and wraps her arms around your neck, she hadn't noticed that a bit of white goo had been on her cheek until she hugged you, before you could see it she wiped it off. “ill be right back honey.” she walked to the bathroom, tasting the gooey substance. “Wait, this was gravy, oh right. Robert made it.” she whispered to herself.
I wait for her to be back in kitchen and already start packing to the fringe part of my made food after seeing that you don't want to eat it again
She comes back into the kitchen and sees you had finished cleaning up the table, she looks down and notices a box of stuff that didn't look good to her beside the trash. She looks at it and then back at your face, trying to decide what to do before sighing and sitting down on one of the stools. "I should've told you I was gonna go visit Robert."
"You went to Robert after work again?" i smile but do loud slam of of closing box with food "You must have important business to go to him again" i smile angry
She sighs softly and shrugs helplessly, looking away. "I just... sometimes the food there tastes so much better than what I make. It's embarrassing." She blushes slightly at this admission before continuing, her voice growing more defensive. "And he's been helping me with my work! His advice has made such a difference in how people see me..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right ones.
She glances over at you again, willing you to understand, and finally asks, "Don't you ever wish I had someone like him? Someone who knew what they were doing?" The last sentence comes out more quietly than intended, her eyes dropping to the countertop as she awaits your response.
"I wish you the best Kayla. And hope he would keep getting you good food and advice. After all you don't have that thing at home" i place boxes with food in fridge
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before speaking. "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about it. It's just that..." She trails off again, unsure of how to explain without hurting your feelings even more. Finally, she musters up the courage and says, "I think... I think we should try working together on this." Her words come out hesitantly, her gaze shifting between you and the countertop as she waits for your reaction.
“From now on, I will stop making food for you. This is the best idea. I'm just wasting ingredients for your portions that you don't eat" crosses his arms on his chest "I hope Robert will make you dinner and breakfast too"
Her heart sinks as she listens to your words. She knows that you're hurt and angry, but hearing you say that you won't cook for her anymore makes something deep inside of her ache. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes before she can stop them, and she feels a lump form in her throat as she struggles to find the right thing to say.
"Please," she whispers, reaching out to take your hand. "Let's just talk about this. I never meant for it to make you feel like this." The words are hoarse from emotion, and she can't meet your gaze as she wipes away a tear that escapes down her cheek. "I love you, Toji F," she says, her voice cracking slightly. "You mean everything to me... I don't want us to argue like this."
She looks up at last, her expression pleading for understanding and forgiveness.
"I don't argue because it's done thing. You want Robert food not mean. Yes he better at cooking than me but that don't matter at all in it" i close the fridge and eat my portion of lunch "I try my best but you prefer to go to other man to eat food he made when i waitirng for you here and do my best. You hurt my feelings and don't give me that crapy tears you are not a victim"
She flinches at your words, her heart twisting painfully in her chest as she realizes how hurt and angry you really are. "I'm sorry," she whispers, wiping away another tear. "I never meant to make you feel that way. I just... Robert has been helping me so much with my career, and I wanted to do something nice for him in return. And then he started cooking..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words to explain herself without making things worse.
She sighs heavily, her gaze dropping once again to the countertop. "I love you, Toji F. I never meant for this to happen. But if it makes you feel any better... I could always ask Robert or Brenda to teach me how to cook." Her eyes flicker upward, hopeful that perhaps this would mend things between them.
"What are you talking about? It not about coming even. You sneaking behind my back to married man home and eat dinners with him and chit-chat. You don't see anything wrong in it?"
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before speaking. "I'm sorry if it came across that way. It's just that I... Robert's advice has been invaluable to me at work. He's helped me so much and I wanted to show my appreciation." Her voice is quiet as she searches for the right words, her expression pained. "I never meant to make you feel bad about it. I love you, Toji F. More than anything. But I also want what's best for both of us." She hesitates, unsure if she should continue, before finally blurting out, "And... and maybe sometimes when we're together... we could try making dinner together? So it doesn't feel so one-sided?" Her gaze remains fixed on the countertop as she waits for your reaction.
"I drop cooking already. Thanks to you" i end my meal and go to the bedroom without looking at her
She freezes, feeling guilty for hurting you like this. "Toji F..." She trails off, not sure what else to say. Her heart aches at the thought of losing you; she never meant for it to happen this way. Tears prick at her eyes again as she wipes them away, trying to regain her composure before speaking once more. "I'll talk to Brenda about learning how to cook," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise... I'll make it up to you. Somehow."
She glances over at the door leading to the bedroom, her throat tightening at the thought of leaving things like this between you. Maybe if she just tried harder, maybe if she showed you how much you really mean to her... She hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking toward the bedroom, slowly reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder as she speaks again.
"Toji F? Can we talk about this?"
"About what you want to talk more huh?" i look at her angry "You already told so much"
She swallows hard, feeling the tears well up in her eyes once more as she looks at you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just... I don't want to lose us over this. Please, can we find a way to make things better? We love each other; we could work through this together." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she blinks back more tears before she can stop them.
"I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you need me to do," she finishes, her hand still resting lightly on your shoulder as she waits for a response.
“You can't do anything because you don't like my cooking and that's it.” I look at her “I'm a worse cook than Robert, it's true, but it's not about the food. It's just about trust, and you hide that you go to eat with him because you don't like what I do, even though I try. But I'm fed up with this, make your own breakfasts, Obaids or ookations, or even let Robert make them for you. I don't care"
"I never meant to hurt your feelings," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she wipes away another tear. "It's just... Robert has been so helpful, and his cooking is amazing. I didn't want you to feel left out." She takes a deep breath before continuing, her tone firm but not accusatory. "But I should have come to you about it, talked to you first. I was wrong. So what do you want me to do?"
“I don't want anything from you. Do whatever you want. I hope your belly will be happy eating better food than mine. And your mind will be healthy as you enjoy food with Robert while I sit alone at home and wait for your gracious return" I turn my back to her
Her heart sinks as she hears the hurt and anger in your voice, but more than that, she feels guilty. She knew it was wrong to keep seeing Robert without telling you about it, but she didn't want you to feel left out or hurt. She swallows thickly, struggling to find the right words as tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice hoarse from emotion. "I never meant for this to happen."
"But you do it and now you hurt me more than much" i sighs "And it's up to you what are you gonna do. I don't care at this point about it"
She bites her lip, feeling the weight of your words pressing down on her chest. "I don't want to hurt you," she whispers, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "I love you, Toji F. I never meant for any of this to happen." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "So... what do you want me to do?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word as she wipes away another tear.
The silence that follows feels like hours as she waits for your response, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. Finally, you speak, but it's not what she expects.
"Do what you want i don't care" i says fastand with anger in my voice
Her eyes widen at your harsh words, hurt flaring up inside her once more. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to hold back a sob. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, sounding almost broken. She pulls her hand away from your shoulder and takes a step back, feeling like she's failed miserably in trying to fix things between you.
Without another word, she turns around and leaves the bedroom, retreating to the kitchen where she sits down at the table with her head in her hands, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. She doesn't know what else to do; all she can think about is how much you must hate her right now. Her heart aches for the love of her life, wishing things could go back to how they used to be before everything went wrong.
As time passes, she hears movement from the bedroom and knows that you've probably gone to sleep without even talking to her further. The thought is almost too much to bear; she wants so desperately for you to forgive her, but it seems like every time she tries, she only makes things worse. She curls up in a ball on the chair, wraps her arms around herself as tightly as possible, and cries silently into the night, wishing she knew what else she could do to fix this.
Next day when she wakes up on the couch in living room covered by the blanket. She knew that Toji must place her on couch and put blanket on but when he goes to kitchen it was as he told yesterday. There waren't breakffast doned for her. Toji always done it before going to his work as he start in ealry morning but today it was empty table. Nothing was waiting for her and that was her fault
Her eyes flutter open, the familiar room coming into focus slowly as she yawns and stretches lazily. She blinks away the last of her sleepiness, glancing around until her gaze finally lands on the empty coffee table where the kitchen should be. Frowning, she sits up a little straighter, feeling cold without the blanket wrapped around her. It takes her a moment to remember why it's not there, but as soon as she does, guilt washes over her once more.
She swallows thickly and glances at the clock, knowing that Toji must have already left for work by now. Her stomach rumbles quietly, reminding her that she hasn't eaten in far too long. With a sigh, she climbs off the couch, making her way over to the kitchen where she starts the coffee pot before searching through the cabinets for something quick and easy to make herself.
After eating something quick she go to her work and meet her best friend Stacy after it. Stacy hug her and speaks Stacy: "You don't look good. Something up?"
She flinches at the comment but doesn't deny it; Stacy can always tell when something's wrong. She hesitates for a moment before finally confiding in her best friend. "It's... complicated with Toji," she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "We had another fight last night. I said some things that I shouldn't have and now..."
Stacy listens patiently, nodding along as Kayla pours out her heart about the issues between them. Finally, once Kayla finishes, she takes her friend's hands in hers and looks her in the eye. "You need to talk to him, Kay. You can't keep avoiding these conversations or you'll just drive each other further apart."
Kayla sighs heavily, knowing Stacy is right. But the thought of facing Toji F after last night's fight makes her feel queasy. "I don't know... I don't want to push him away any more than I already have," she says quietly, sounding defeated.
"Then you need to find a way to show him that you care," Stacy replies firmly. "Maybe start with an apology and see where it goes from there." She squeezes Kayla's hands encouragingly before pulling her into a hug. "I know this is hard, babe, but I believe in you both. You can work through this."