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.”

the lesson now. Otherwise, next time

joke though it seemed to be,

seen him like this before.

brother was. What

up the wound and

than his brother

at her, he felt warmth flow through inside him.

the bandage the flowing days.” Abruptly, she jerked her head up

Oliver averted his eyes.

he had on

change of himself

What’s happening to him?

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

stay here too long or she wouldn’t get

her arm was grabbed when she stepped

you be

Rita was stunned.

What?

asking her to start a relationship

again after a few seconds of

He’s fooling around again.

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

mouth was sealed

even more of a shock than

again when she’s still in shock. “Be my

head to

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

just a cripple, and she’s not

this

why he approached her in the first

layer of ice on her

“I mean it, I…”

him off, anger blazing in her eyes. “I don’t care what happened between you and

paused when he

caught it although

She’s right.

of ice crept

stuck Oliver

his arms and smiled. “Come

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

up, lifted the corner of Rita’s lips manually. “I’m wrong. I promise I won’t do anything like this again. Don’t be mad,

only aggravated

would joke about such

“Still mad?”

you think?” Rita’s

what? How about I

outward towards Rita as

her mouth twitched. “No, thanks. I’ll pass, save it

you still mad, sweetie?” he blinked,

course she’s

anymore. Who knew what madness

up. “No,

“Good.”

long breath out intentionally to hide the frustration

smile disappeared as Rita