Distraction 2

“No wonder you were always the top student back in high school.” She grinned and stroke her hair shyly so she remembers me.

“If you have any problem with your studies you can always ask for my help am also a great teacher.” I winked and she blushes.

“I might need your help, learning the piano, and mathematics she added.

“Wow you are interested in learning the piano, how do you know I can play the piano?” I ask bluntly.

“You guys have a piano at home so I was thinking you can.” She stated

“And congratulations you are right,” I said resting on the counter. I started perceiving something burning, I started sniffing

“What’s that smell,” I ask and Rachael drop her phone and open the microwave and smoke started coming out of it, she coughs and grabs the plate with her bare hand and drop it on the floor spilling it on the tiles.

“Ahh!! she screams shaking her red palm.

“Let me see,” I said holding her hand.

“Ouch, it hurts.” She lamented

“Wait let me go get the first aid box as I was about to go out my mum walked in on us.”

“What the fuck is going on here, the food is totally burnt what will you guys eat now.” She said looking at the food on the floor.

“ I will order pizza, I said and run out to get the first aid box by the time I got back I saw my mum putting ice cubes on Rachael’s hand.

“What are you looking at give me that first aid box.” My mum said stretching her hand to me, I handed her the box and she takes ointment from the box and gently apply it on Rachael’s palm rubbing it into her skin and blowing on it with her mouth.

“What were you thinking? Carrying the plate with your bare hand.” My mum inquired.

“I didn’t think straight as at that time.” She replied wiping her tears with the back of her palm.

“And as for you Steve I think you are the one that distracted her.” My mum said glaring at me.

“No mum, I just got here.’ I protested.

“Go and order pizza.” She stated and I run out of the kitchen, I bring out my phone from my pocket.

“Hello, I want two medium-size pizzas with coca-cola,” I stated and cut the call.

Rachael and my mum walk out of the kitchen and sit on the couch just then my dad walks in carrying his briefcase.

“Good evening Dad,” I stated

“Evening son and his gaze landed on Rachael’s hand.

“Welcome, darling.” My mum said trying to take his briefcase from him.

“What happened to your hand.” He asks walking to her.        

“I use it to carry a hot plate she mumbled.

My dad takes her hand and looks at it.

“Have they put ointment on it.” He asks curiously.

“Yes sir.” She replied taking her hand.

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