The Person behind Fried chicken and Spaghetti
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After Liam and I finished eating at the cafeteria, I left and went back to the dorm to rest, while Liam, on the other hand, went somewhere else.
I didn't ask him anymore and just went on my way.
I hurried back to the dorm, feeling the exhaustion and drowsiness from the whole day, and my body was longing to lie down and rest.
After several minutes, I finally arrived at the dorm. I entered, went straight to the elevator, and pressed the button.
But as the elevator doors opened, I was startled and instinctively took a step back. I thought maybe I was just imagining things because of fatigue—but no.
It was really Bianca.
I looked into her eyes, and it was as if my body froze—I couldn't move.
She smiled at me before stepping out of the elevator and walking out of the dorm.
I was left wondering why she was here and what she was doing in this place. I followed her with my eyes until she exited the dorm.
When she finally left, I quickly entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 4th floor.
I still couldn't figure out why she was here.
I let out a deep sigh.
After a few minutes, I reached the 4th floor, stepped out, and went straight to my room, eager to finally rest.
But upon arriving at my room, I noticed a paper bag hanging on the doorknob. I immediately checked it to see what was inside.
"Fried chicken and spaghetti?" I muttered, still in shock.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing—fried chicken and spaghetti again. I started to wonder who might have left it there.
The first person who came to mind was Liam.
But could it really be from him? No, it couldn't be. I was with him the whole afternoon, so it was impossible that he left this here.
Could it be Bianca?
She also came to my mind as a possible person who left it, but why? That was what I couldn't understand.
So many thoughts kept running through my head, so I just decided to go inside.
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—Inside the room—
As soon as I entered, I placed the paper bag on the table and went straight to the bedroom to change clothes. I dropped my bag on the bed and grabbed some clothes from the cabinet.
After changing, I went back to the kitchen. I still had no idea who gave the food.
I sat down on a chair and stared at the paper bag. My curiosity kept growing until I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
I opened the bag and took out the containers of fried chicken and spaghetti. To my surprise, I saw a letter written on a sticky note.
"Does the fried chicken and spaghetti taste good? It's a good thing Yakult and Dutch Mill are my favorites."
I couldn't help but smile as I read it. I didn't even notice that my heart skipped a little.
After reading the note, I realized that it wasn't Liam, and it definitely wasn't Bianca who left the bag on my doorknob.
It was actually someone who lived right across from my room.
Still, the identity of that person remained a mystery to me.
I immediately stood up and opened the fridge. Luckily, there were still some Yakult and Dutch Mill left. I quickly grabbed them, placed them in the paper bag, and wrote a note of my own to slip inside.
Without waiting too long, I rushed outside. I checked the hallway first to make sure no one was around.
When I saw the coast was clear, I hurried over to the room across mine, hung the paper bag on their doorknob, and quickly went back inside my room.
I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
I placed the fried chicken and spaghetti inside the fridge, deciding to save them for dinner later. I had just eaten at the cafeteria earlier, so I was still quite full.
I went over to my table and decided to continue reading the book I had borrowed from the library.
But while I was in the middle of reading, I was interrupted when my phone suddenly rang—it was a call.
It was Mama!
I quickly reached for my phone and answered it.
"Hello Ma, what made you call?" I asked, still holding my book.
"Hello, anak, Mama just missed hearing your voice!" Mama said in a cheerful tone.
"I miss you too, Mama," I replied warmly.
"How are you doing there? How's the dorm?" she asked.
"It's fine, Ma. It's comfortable here and not too cramped," I answered.
"That's good to hear. Now I can finally be at ease and stop worrying about you, especially at night!" Mama said.
"Yes, Ma. How about you? How are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, I just finished cleaning. I also just got home from work," she said.
"You should be resting now!" I told her with concern.
"Alright, anak, I still have something to do," Mama said.
"Okay, Ma, take care of yourself always. Don't forget to rest," I reminded her.
"Yes, anak. Goodbye for now, I love you!" Mama said, followed by a kiss over the phone.
"I love you too, Mama!" I replied, also sending a kiss through the call.
Mama ended the call, and I simply returned to my reading.
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"Sometimes, the quietest gestures leave the loudest echoes in our hearts."
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