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

seemed to be, Rira

had never seen him like this

started to wonder what kind of person his brother was. What kind

the wound and didn’t notice Oliver’s fierce stare at

first time someone other than

he felt warmth flow through inside him.

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

Oliver averted his

calmness he had on the

of himself

What’s happening to him?

you get home, that’ll help. I got

stay here too long or she wouldn’t get the

grabbed when

be

Rita was stunned.

What?

her to start

again after a few

He’s fooling around again.

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

her mouth was sealed by

even more of a shock

Oliver again when she’s still in

raised her head to

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

she’s just a cripple, and she’s not

did this because

the reason why he approached her

put a thick layer of ice on her face. “It’s not funny,

“I mean it, I…”

her eyes. “I don’t

paused when he heard

although it

She’s right.

of ice crept up in her

stuck Oliver with

fanned out his arms and smiled. “Come

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

wrong. I promise I won’t do

only

joke about such

“Still mad?”

you think?” Rita’s face was still

what? How about I let

stretched her lips outward

Rita out. She shoved him away, her mouth twitched. “No, thanks. I’ll pass, save

you still mad,

she’s still

knew what

up. “No, I’m

“Good.”

breath out intentionally to hide the frustration in

smile disappeared as Rita disappeared in