(Author’s POV)
After that ssage from Fabian, Myra went to attend her remained classes and the day ended rather uneventfully.
Later, around four, when her last class was over, she saw a ssage from Yelena, "I will be going ho, first ...." Myra checked the ti and it was sent nearly an hour ago.
She didn’t think much of it and strolled back to her house. But, when she returned back ho, she slled a weird, acrid odor. Rushing inside her place, she saw Yelena was wrestling inside the kitchen with an uncooked turkey. She was punching the ingredients inside it rather than stuffing it. There were chopped vegetables all over the counter, the herbs and spices were spilled as well. All in all, it looked untidy and quite ssy ...... chaotic.
Yelena looked at Myra, "You are ho," and gave her a brief smile. Her forehead covered in dried flour.
"What the heck happened here? What are you doing, Yelena?" Myra voiced her concerned.
Yelena laughed awkwardly and spoke, "You made breakfast today and Aunt Sandra and Uncle William make our als all the ti, so I wanted to make dinner for tonight," she looked around her and then added in a low, apologetic voice, "It looks a bit ssy but I will clean up after this. I already made baked eggplants after watching it on youtube," saying this, she stood with her hands behind her back. "And now, this damn turkey is going to get cooked." She kept the turkey in preheated microwave and closed the door.
Myra strode forward, her expression unreadable. Yelena gulped down hard, she thought her friend would definitely scold her for creating such a ss in her house.
"Show your hand," Myra muttered, sternly, while extended her palm.
"It’s covered in dough for the pita bread and spices. It will get on your hands and clothes, probably leave a stain," Yelena mumbled while avoiding eye contact.
Myra was losing her patience, she herself grabbed Yelena’s hand from behind and asked, while showing her, her wrist, covered in red, unsightly blisters, "Why are you so careless, Yelena? You got injured and you still want to make dinner for everyone. Go and sit on the couch. I will bring the first aid kit," her voice was loud, reprimanding.
Yelena compliantly followed Myra’s words and made her way towards the sofa.
She settled their, with her shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast as she stared at her burnt wrist. She seed a bit dejected, crestfallen, which was quite unusual of her.
With her hand on her temples, Myra sighed, shook her head and walked towards the other side to grab the first aid kit.
She seated beside Yelena and uttered, her voice gentle, "I am sorry for how I spoke earlier. I just got worried while seeing you in that state. You don’t have to go through all this. I know you aren’t accustod to make als for more than two people." She applied the soothing ointnt carefully on the affected part as Yelena hissed, she was clearly in pain. "How did this happen? I am sure, the last ti I was at your apartnt, you could cook. So, why this tussling and rumpus?"
Yelena scratched the back of her neck in embarrassnt and confessed, "I was taking out the eggplants for the microwave and accidentally touched the tray directly."
"You are mostly careful. So, what’s bothering you?" Myra was quick to ask. She could tell sothing must have happened.
"No~ .... Nothing is bothering . What would even happen? It is just like I sai~" Yelena mumbled while averting her gaze once again.
"Yel ... tell what has happened, huhh? Did soone bully you in your class?" Myra insisted, staring straight at Yelena, not letting Yelena avoid her gaze.
"No one dares to bully , because of my grandfather," Yelena mumbled. Myra nodded and asked, "Then what is it?"
"It’s my~ ...... my grandmother called today," Yelena started, her voice sounding weary and a bit hoarse, gravelly.
Myra pressed her lips together; she now understood the cause for Yelena’s conflict and distress, "Did she say sothing to you?"
"Just her usual, concern ...... and nagging .... scolding ...... a bit cursing," Yelena concluded, with each word her voice beca almost inaudible. And after that she didn’t say anything.
Myra patted and rubbed her back softly. Giving her a side hug, she said, "Don’t think about troubleso matters, hmm. I am here with you. We all are here. Aren’t we a family?"
Yelena smiled and nodded in agreent. Myra then instructed Yelena, "Don’t even think about coming to the kitchen. I will do the rest, cooking and cleaning. You should get so rest, after all that workout," she teased her playfully.
Although, Yelena wanted to argue and help her, but Myra, she didn’t give her a chance and went about her business, banning her from entering the kitchen.
Soon, William, Sandra arrived followed by Wendy. They were surprised to know that today’s dinner was prepared by Yelena. Myra had already cleared up the place. Neither her nor Yelena ntioned anything about the chaotic ss from earlier.
The baked eggplants and the bread ca out pretty well. Even the turkey was tender and juicy. Sandra even complinted Yelena for it, "This is so good. How did you make it like that? Give the recipe, ahh."
Yelena chuckled, "I will show you how to make it, next ti."
Just like that, the day and the dinner both went on without a hitch.
Inside her room, Myra completed her pending assignnt, took a bath and then settled inside her bed.
But a knock on her door interrupted her, as she said, "Co in."
The door unlatched slightly and Yelena entered with her pillow one hand while the other held a stuffed brown dog, "Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight. I don’t want to sleep alone." She waited for Myra’s response.
Myra gave her a wide smile and scooted over while patting on the bed, "Half~ yours."
Yelena grinned and settled beside her, like a child, she placed her stuffed toy carefully in the middle and hugged her, "You know, I love you." She muttered laying on her side, while looking at Myra with admiration.
To Be Continued . . . . . . .
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