You hated me all this time, Dad?

After a short dinner, Bella and Naomi have moved. They were at the bus stop waiting for the taxi service to arrive.

The figure of David or actually Bella was busy sipping a box of chocolate milk. Next to her were two boxes of chocolate milk, and she put them in a white plastic bag.

Naomi looked surprised at the attitude of the man beside her. 

"What's the matter with you? You really like chocolate milk?" she asked.

"Why not? Doesn't everyone like chocolate milk? Besides, drinking this will make you feel good.

"You should try it, Miss Naomi?" Bella took and held out the chocolate milk that was in her lap, it still looked brand new, and she hadn't drunk one bit.

"No, thanks," Naomi refused, causing Bella to frown.

"What's wrong, Miss Naomi? Why are you've been refusing my gifts all this time? Even you only ate a little bit?" Bella asked with her face still bent.