Chapter 83 - Dinner

He was about to leave when Sara pulled on his hands to stop him.  

" Where are you going ?" Sara asked rubbing her eyes like a child. 

"Nowhere, just going to make some food for you." Michael said removing her hand from her eyes and blowing on it.  

" I will cook," Sara said trying to get up but Michael stopped her. 

" Sleep a little bit more.  I will be cooking." Michael said laying her down and putting the comforter over her. 

" But-" Sara tried to argue. 

" No buts. If you can't sleep, watch TV. " Michael said switching on the TV.  

" Can I go with you?" Sara asked looking towards him. 

Michael shook his head," If I tell you no, will you listen to me?  " 

" No " Sara immediately answered him.  

"Fine, but you will only sit and watch me," Michael said.

" Okay," Sara said getting up from the bed.  

" And also you will not walk," Michael said carrying her in his arms. 

" I am better now.  " Sara tried to argue.

"No, you are not. " Michael said placing her in a chair in front of the kitchen counter.  

" What do you want to eat ?" Michael asked wearing the apron.

"Anything can work. " Sara replied after thinking for some time. 

"Anything, huh?" Michael asked lifting one of his brows. 

" Mm." Sara nodded.

" Then will you eat carrots, tomatoes, squash, tofu, fish or meat," Michael asked.

Sara was dumbfounded at the fact that Michael knew everything she disliked. Sara was a picky eater, which was why she always received beatings or heard nagging from her mother. 

". . . How do you know?" 

" That you are a picky eater and don't eat this all?" Michael shook his head.  How could he not know? He was the one who always made lunch for her in the past. But how could he tell her that?  

" Yeah, how do you know something that no one except for my family would know?" Sara said.

" Then am I not your family? " Michael said taking some herbs from the fridge.

" Eh? That's. . . . " Sara didn't know how to answer his question.

" What? Am I not ?" Michael glared towards her.  

" No, no. You are " Sara said seeing his mood turn sour. 

Michael nodded and started cooking.  

" What are you cooking ?" Sara asked seeing he was not in a good mood. 

" Chicken rice, herbal soup, and crab cakes.  Nothing fancy just a normal one. " Michael said fully concentrating on his cooking.

" Really?" Sara couldn't stop herself from drooling. For her, simple dishes is better than a feast if it is something her favorite. 

" Stop drooling," Michael said.

" I am not. " Sara denied immediately 

" I can see. " Michael said continuing his work.

" Hmph ." Sara turned around and got up from her place.  

Even the pain was better than before, it was not completely gone.  On walking, she felt pain but didn't reveal it and went towards the bedroom.  

" You shouldn't walk " Michael followed her after seeing her get up. 

He caught up with her and took her into his arms and went towards the bedroom.

"Hey, I can walk by myself ." Sara tried to argue. 

" Stop arguing or else. . . ." Michael said threateningly.

Sara didn't speak, she just put her arms around him and placed her head on his c.h.e.s.t.  

" Michael " 

" Hmm" Michael put her down on the bed.  

" Why do you love me?" Sara asked.

" I love you because you are always yourself, not trying to be someone. I don't love you, for one thing, I love you for everything you have in you. I love the current Sara you are. " Michael said patting her forehead. 

Hearing his words Sara felt her heart pounding. She couldn't say anything. Her heart was crazily beating. 

" Okay now rest for some time. I am going to check the food ." Michael said getting up.

"Mm," Sara nodded and lay down, hiding her tomato-red face with the comforter to stop Michael from seeing her look.  

But Michael already saw her. He smirked but didn't say anything about it and went towards the kitchen as if nothing happened. 

After Michael was gone, Sara came out of the comforter. 

Sara sighed in relief. " Why is this heart beating so loud?" She asked herself, placing her hand on her c.h.e.s.t.

" Ugh, I have to go to the doctor again," Sara said irritatedly. 

" Sara cool down," Sara said taking long breaths of air. 

" What are you doing ?" Michael asked seeing her doing these weird things.  

Hearing his voice, Sara looked towards the door and saw him leaning on the door.  She immediately turned red seeing him.

' Why does he always sees my weird side?' Sara asked herself in her mind.

She cleared her throat," Nothing, I was just doing some breathing exercise because it is good for health. " Sara explained.

"..." Michael didn't say anything.  

Sara felt more awkward. 

Michael shakes his head before turning around, " Do whatever you want, dinner will be ready in a few minutes ." He said going back.

Sara wanted to cry, why does he always have to see something like this. He was probably thinking that she was weird now. She asked tons of weird questions about it in her mind. 

" Ugh," Sara said, she lay down on the bed with her head covered by the comforter.

" Is she not feeling hot in there ?" Was the first question that came to his mind. 

He went close to her and remove the blanket from her face and saw her face covered in sweat. She was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't see Michael.

" Are you not feeling hot ?" Michael asked.

From the sudden question, Sara woke up from her thoughts. She was so deep in thought that she didn't have any idea that she was covered in sweat.  

" Huh?" Sara asked seeing him.

Michael sighed, " get out from there.  " 

" Okay ." Sara removed the blanket .

" You are covered in sweat. " Michael said rubbing her face with a tissue.

Sara smiled awkwardly 

" What were you thinking about ?" Michael asked, curious about what was going on.

"Eh, what was I thinking about? I forgot."