Sweet Divorce

Rita helped him up, but in haste, she mistakenly grabbed on his wounded arm. She could feel he spasm of pain.

Hurriedly, she took her hand off him. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“You did…you better start to think about what you can do to make me up, sweetie.” Still pale, he smiled slyly. For the moment, he became the funny Oliver again.

She backed off a step from him. “I think you’re fine, you can still joke.”

“No, I’m not.” He grabbed her hand, his pale face inclining forward towards her. “How about giving me some encouragement of love? Sweetie.”

Encouragement?

Rita wrenched her hands away from her. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I help you with that. Save yourself.”

She whirled to leave but heard him groan in pain.

She couldn’t just leave him here.

He carried her to the infirmary when she hurt her leg.

He probably forgot it, but she would never do.

Always repay other’s virtue, that’s her principle.

She turned back around, glanced at his bleeding arm, said gravely. “We better go to the hospital.”

“No!”he scowled, passed a bottle of alcohol to Rita. “You help me wrap the wound.”

“But…”

“No more ‘but’, sweetie, or you might be attending my funeral later.”

He interrupted her before she could finish. She paused a moment and then took the bottle.

She dipped some alcohol on a cloth to cleanse his wound. Oliver’s wounded hand shook violently when the cloth touched him.

She knew how hurtful it could be since she just hurt her leg no longer ago.

To distract him, she asked. “How did you get this?”

“Fight.”

She would never expect that to be the answer. She paused for quite a few seconds. “For what?”

“…”

Oliver didn't answer so Rita took it as he didn't want to talk about it.

So she didn’t persist.

After all, everyone had their own secrets.

“They said my brother was a cripple. They talked shit about him.”

The anger in his voice broke the silence. Rita turned to look at him. “So you started a fight with him.

He nodded. “Nobody mocks my brother! Whoever dares to do so, I’ll kick his ass.”

“That’s really touching and admirable, but you should’ve acted more rationally. One on a dozen? That’s really unwise.”

A frown crept up on her face when she saw how deep the wound was. She grabbed the bandage and stared wrapping.

“I could only think of one thing at that time. I won’t let anybody insult my brother and I had to make them remember it.”

his typical smile. “I bet they learned the lesson now. Otherwise, next time

joke though it seemed to

like this before.

wonder what kind of person his brother was. What kind

kept binding up the wound and

time someone other than

he felt warmth flow through inside him. Uncontrollably,

the bandage the flowing days.” Abruptly, she jerked

Oliver averted his eyes.

on

of himself puzzled

What’s happening to him?

in water and drink it when you get home, that’ll help. I got things to deal, I

couldn’t stay here too long or she wouldn’t get the Wilson

grabbed when she stepped out the

be

Rita was stunned.

What?

asking her to start

after a few seconds

He’s fooling around again.

out. “Come on, I really have something to do now,

sealed by something wet

more of a shock

when she’s still in

her head to look

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

wouldn’t like her, she’s just a

this because

the reason why he approached

thick layer of ice

“I mean it, I…”

“I don’t care what happened between

paused when he

caught it although it

She’s right.

ice crept up

stuck Oliver with

and smiled. “Come on,

you don’t want to be mad, it’s gonna put

of Rita’s lips manually. “I’m wrong. I promise I won’t

explanation only aggravated

would joke about

“Still mad?”

you think?” Rita’s

know what? How about I let you

lips outward towards

shoved him away, her mouth twitched. “No, thanks.

you still mad, sweetie?” he

she’s still

she dared not say that anymore. Who knew what madness he could bring

gave up. “No,

“Good.”

a long breath out intentionally to hide the frustration in

disappeared as Rita disappeared in