My Sweetheart Is A Gold Digger [COMPLETED]

38. The Real Foe

Pie's POV

"Is it anything wrong on my face?" Fern asked me and all I did was managing a deadpan face to her. I just wondered how she could be this shameless and acted that innocent in front of me. It's just too awkward. She's in my kitchen, wearing my apron, using my utensils and apparently was preparing our dinner.

Fern circled the kitchen island and took her seat on the stool next to me. "Come on, Pie. You have been staring at me for like half an hour. Stop looking at me as if I'm an alien and speak to me." She sighed loudly, a sight of frustration appeared on her faced - depicting how she was upset with my coldness but how could I react normally to someone whom I dislike the most?

"Pie, if you don't speak to me. I'll take you to see the doctor." She hurriedly took me by my hand.

I have to dodge away. "You don't need to do that. Crazy." I hissed at her.

"Perhaps you're hungry. That's why you're not in the mood." Fern nodded to herself. "Well, it's just a few more minutes and we'll have our food, alright?" She patted my shoulder lightly and headed back to the stove. As far as Fern did acknowledge me, she was preparing for some simple meal. I could tell that it's some spaghetti sauce judging from the smell that wafted all over the kitchen. Surprisingly, it smelled so good and mouth-watering. I didn't know that she was good at cooking. She looked like a spoiled child who never stepped her feet into the kitchen for the chores.

"I can take care of myself. You don't have to trouble yourself and stay with me for the night." I have tried my best to minimize the harshness in my language. Even if I disliked her, it didn't necessarily mean that I have to treat her like she wasn't human. She's also a person with a heart and also a woman like me.

Fern turned to look at me at any instant she heard me. She leaned her lithe body to the cabinet and crossed her arms to her chest as she smiled at me. "It's not really a big deal. I think I'll enjoy it." She said.

"You know I couldn't pretend that I'm just alright with you after what you have done to me, Fern." I told her and she gazed at me - looking conflicted herself. No one could be that fine when they were actually dealing with someone who was a life threatening to themselves. How could I just trust her when she could conceal all intention to me? I have a bad inkling that she wasn't a friend. She's still a foe to me.

"I know it's difficult for you to trust me, Pie. However, I'm not here not to harm you. I really came as a friend. Let's just make everything clear now." Fern responded.

"Whatever you say, I still can't trust you that easy."

"Do you need a help?" I switched the topic of our conversation instantly.

Fern nodded at me. "Could you please set up the table and what not? I'm starving."

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"How it tastes?" Fern leaned towards me and studied my expression. It's strangely luscious and appetizing. Kim had ever cooked the same western meal to me and I could tell that Fern's is the best compared to Kim's. The sauce is the perfect combination of spice, salty, sweet and sour. She added some mushroom, sliced sausage and some meat balls too and the meat balls are probably my favourite. I saw she made them herself just now. She impressed me.

"Good." I commented. "Kim used to cook the same thing to me." I told her.

Fern smiled at me before she told me something that made me lost my appetite. "I used to cook it for Kim."

"She really loved it, right?" Fern prompted. I felt my chewing movement was getting heavier each time I pondered about the thing. Have you ever heard people said people might change but there are two things that you can't change them? They are their name and the memories you've had with them. I didn't truly know who Kim was but it seemed that Fern has profound effect in her past.