Chapter 32


    Chapter 32 – The Crazy Question (Anj‘s POV)


    This is the third time I yawn, and Dn and Anya nce at me every time I do that. I blinked and tried to


    focus on what I was reading, but I couldn‘t help myself from closing my eyes. I already slept earlyst


    night, yet I still feel sleepy and tired.


    I shook my head, but when I couldn‘t force my eyelids to stay open, I rested my head, pressing my


    forehead on the book on the table.


    “Is she okay?” i heard Dn asking Anya.


    “I‘m not sure,” She whispered, “She‘s been acting weird, and even Sister Grace is worried about her.”


    I groaned, raising my head to look at them. “I can hear you, you know.” I wanted to cry, not


    understanding what was wrong with me. Maybe my body was already asking me to rest because ever


    since I returned, I made myself very busy, focusing on work and my studies to forget about Sky.


    “Last night, we caught her memorizing the prayer book in Latin,” she clucked her tongue.“ Maybe she‘s


    possessed or something.”


    I sneered at her but chuckled as I remembered Aunt Rose calling Sister Gracest night because she


    thought I was possessed, reciting the prayer in anothernguage. I need to get distracted, and my hobby


    of making perfume is not helping me these days. Some scents made me nauseous, and when I tried


    forcing myself to create a perfume, I ended up vomiting in the bathroom.


    “What are you doingter?” Dn asked Anya, whispering this time when the librarian red at us.


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    “Why? Are you going to ask me for a date?” She joked and covered her mouth with the book she was


    reading when the librarian hushed us.


    He rolled his eyes at her. “No, but I got a bonus, so I was hoping to – “he stopped talking and looked at


    me, catching me as I took a carrot stick inside my pocket and put it in my mouth in a hurry. He narrowed


    his eyes at me. “What‘s in your pocket, Anj?” I shook my head, fixing my eyes on the book and chewing


    the carrot really slowly. “Are you keeping choctes in your pocket again, Anj?” hissed Anya as she rose


    to her feet and sat beside me.


    “No!” I shook my head again, but she put her hand inside my pocket, taking out one stick. “Rabbit!” She


    wrinkled her nose. “I knew it! You‘re the one stealing carrots at night in the kitchen.”


    I groaned. “Stealing? I live in that house, remember?” Iined, and perhaps my voice was a bit


    louder because the librarian stood up and walked in our direction.


    “If you can‘t stop yourself from making noise, go somewhere else,” she said, eyeing the carrot stick in my


    pocket. “No eating in the library. If you can‘t stop your cravings, study in the cafeteria, not here.”


    “I‘m sorry, Mrs. Livy,” I said, standing up to gather my things, but then my nose caught the scent of her


    perfume. I used to love it, but this time, I wanted to puke as soon as I smelled it.” Oh, dear God!” Good


    thing we were near the doorway. I left my stuff on the table and ran outside toward the nearest restroom


    as I covered my mouth with my hand, afraid that I might vomit in the hallway.


    ***


    “Is your blood sugar low again?” Anya asked when I went out of the restroom. I nced at Dn and


    saw him peeking at us, looking worriedly at me.


    Another student entered the restroom, so I stepped out and walked in Dn‘s direction.


    “You should have told us you‘re not feeling well,” Anya raised her eyebrows at me, giving me my bag and


    books.


    “Here,” Dn approached me, giving me a bottle of water but looking at me as if he wanted to take me to


    the hospital. “Thanks,” I smiled. “This is nothing serious, Dn,” I assured him as I opened the cap and


    drank.


    He nodded. “Thest time you said that we were in the ambnce the next minute, we were taking you


    to the hospital because of food poisoning.”


    I frowned at him. “I was twelve,” I chuckled, remembering I stupidly ate expired food. He smirked at me.


    “I got a bonus... so anything particr you like to eat?”


    “Ice cream?” Unsure about it, I forced a smile, hoping he would just buy me ice cream and let go of his


    worries. One thing about Dn was that he would follow me around until he was sure I was really okay.


    “Don‘t overact, future boyfriend,” Anya teased, anchoring her arm in Dn‘s forearm.


    “You like me?” Dn joked, pulling Anya closer to him.


    “Ew! Not me. Anj!” She looked back and winked at me.


    “Shut up!” I mouthed, causing Anya to giggle. I rolled my eyes, checking my things, when I realized my


    hairpin with peacock design was missing. I can’t lose it because that hairpin seemed important for Sister


    Grace. She has been putting that in my hair ever since my head started growing hair when I was two.


    “I‘ll follow you. I‘ll just check something in the library,” I said, not waiting for their answer; I i turned my


    back on them and walked hurriedly to the library.


    Ms. Livy could only let her eyes follow me when I entered the library, walking back to the area where we


    sat a while ago. I heaved a sigh, worrying that I had lost it. It seemed rare since I could not find anything


    like it in hair essories stores. “Looking for this?” Ms. Livy asked, startling me when I turned back


    because she was already standing behind me.


    I sighed in relief, breathing out as I took the hairpin from her and put it back in my hair.“ Thank you, Ms.


    Livy,” I said, trying not to inhale. I don‘t want to run back again in the restroom to vomit.


    “You‘re wee. That seemed important to you, Anj,” she said, walking back to her table and returning


    to what she was doing. Only now that I realize what she is doing, Ms. Livy is sorting out Christmas


    decors from the box near her table. I have been distracting myself for thest two months, yet Sky has


    never gotten out of my mind.


    I walked toward the door but stopped when Ms. Livy called me. My eyebrows raised, waiting for her to


    ask me the question, but she seemed unsure if she wanted to say it to me. “It‘s okay to tell me, Ms. Livy,”


    I smiled, thinking she would just remind me of the rules again. “I‘m not sure if I was the right person to


    ask this, and besides, I know you, Anj,” she said, shaking her head. She was right because Dn, Anya,


    and I have beening here since we all started studying at the university. We were more like her


    regr customers here even when smartphones became popr that most students rely on


    researching on the Inte thaning here to the library. “It‘s okay to ask me, Ms. Livy,” I assured her.


    She heaved a sigh, a deep one, leaving me to think that I should have not just told her to ask me. She


    turned her head and wandered her eyes for a while to make sure no student was nearby to hear us.


    When her eyes fixed on me, she looked at me from head to toe as if scanning my body like a book. “This


    is just a crazy question, but I could not help myself asking...” she took a deep breath.” But are you


    pregnant?” I met Ms. Livy‘s eyes, hoping she would say she was just joking with me.