Chapter 7: Getting Married
Collins did not mean to pry, but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to know about what she signed, her sister, and also why she was crying.
"Let it all out," Collins said from behind Arissa after watching how she clenched and unclenched her fist, struggling to keep herself in order.
Arissa laughed. But that can’t be called a laugh.
She tightly shut her eyes before opening them again and then, she placed her hand on her sister’s now flat tummy, "Thank you, Collins," she thanked the doctor behind her in a breaking voice.
Her hand moved to her sister’s face and gave her a forehead kiss. At first, she regretted coming here but then she realized that she would have lost her sister unknowingly.
She turned to Collins and without asking, she hugged him. Collins stilled as this was the first time she was doing something other than a handshake.
His hands felt stiff at his side as he could not raise them to pat her back. This might be a big blow for her because, for the three years, he knew her she had never looked sad not to talk about crying.
He calmed her down and after five minutes of little sobs that filled the room, Arissa stopped absurdly as she parted from him and kept her face down and when she looked up again, she had an embarrassed smile on her lips.
"I’m sorry I did that," she said but not with a breaking voice like one who just cried but with a little bit firm voice.
"This is nothing," Collins brushed it off taking no offense in her tune, "I would just take it off." with that, he took off his surgeon attire and was back on his blue suit.
He took her hand and walked with her over to the couch, "Am always a friend Arissa. Don’t feel wry to cry before me okay?" he said to her after they were seated.