"Is something wrong with me? " she asked as she knifes the cake.
Okay I think I need to rescue that cake, It's fascinating how bakers find it okay to actually devour their master piece just after making it, I mean I would take pictures of it and send to hundreds of people and 10 magazines first.
"He's taking a break, yeah in her pants he is" she says disgusted, like she's just tasted something acerbic.
"Honey please! Don't butcher the beautiful cake " I carefully take away the knife like you take a loaded gun from a crazy person.
"Honey listen to me, you've got to forget him, you've finally come out of the room, finally eating again, even baking and you're gonna keep ruining your mood by thinking about him?" I add.
Okaythis cake is goood, it was made with so much pain, how is it this Good?!
"Theres nothing wrong with you, you're just full of love and you give a lot of it to dumb guys who don't know how lucky they are " I explained, even though she's probably not listening
"He promised not to ever hurt me" she says to herself and wipes the tear wheeling down to the corner of her nose.
"Is that a tear? For God's sake what did I just say? " "come here, please " these days the hugs are so long and sad.
Fěn comes into the living room and tip toes straight to the kitchen, opens the fridge, picks an Apple, and closses the door slowly. I think she's convinced that no one can see her. She walks away but turns just as she was about to disappear into the foyer, "I think she should have one last cry, I think you should let her say everything she needs to say out Loud, ask all the rhetoric questions she needs to ask, and thats it, never again, you know? " she says in the most Chinese way ever. Okay hold up! That's the most she has ever said since she moved in with us.
We met Fěn just last month at the poetry club, she's a transfer student and studies Medicine at the uni but she loves poetry.
She was new and living at a hotel, we needed one more house mate and she seemed nice and very innocent.
"It means Pink " she said after we had exhausted all efforts of having a conversation with her
"Okay, i swear, Fěn you're like the queen of corporate-monosyllabic-kingdom" Ella blurts out
"My name" she says. "Oh your name Fěn? Means pink? " I say excitedly
"That's awesome" Ella says "honestly never thought of what other cultures named their colors"
"Ella! You heard the pink lady" I said, holding her red face in my cold hands
"Oh and by the way Fěn, what the hell? That's the most I've heard you say..... like ever! " we both laugh
"Maybe you will hear more, you know" she says as she disappears.
To be continued........
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