In My Desperate Time

Frances is a big shot, so it is normal that the restaurateur knows him.
At least, I think so.
Unexpectedly, the restaurateur slaps the table and says loudly, "I remember you. You are the boy who used to order fried rice
and take it away for lunch every day! By the way, were you together at that time? Both of you ordered the fried rice."
His words shock me. I have no idea what he's talking about.
Frances gets uneasy.
There must be something wrong.
Looking at the restaurateur, I ask in bewilderment, "Mister, what are you talking about? When was that?"
The restaurateur got excited, full of beans.
"That was about ten years ago. Didn't you go to secondary school at that time? He seemed to be in high school. For a very long
time, he came to order fried rice and take it away in the afternoon. It looks like you don't know about it, which means you were
not together at that time. However, this is fate. You are together after so many years. Do you think that I played cupid for you?"
I realize that Frances and I are destined to be together. No matter how many times we miss each other, we will be together.
I suddenly smile.
A customer enters the restaurant, and the restaurateur stops gossiping, going away to greet him.
Looking at Frances, I smile and say, "Well, we are destined."
"Yeah."
He nods and then lowers his head, starting to eat the fried rice.
Somehow I feel that Frances is a little embarrassed. However, he looks cute in my eyes.
Frances doesn't say anything through the meal, but eagerly eats the food in his plate without looking up at me.
In the end, he eats it all, down to the last morsel.

It looks like he loves the fried rice here, but he looked restrained last time he brought me here.
After we are through, Frances and I saunter back to the hospital.
Along the way, he takes my hand, and I am happy to walk with him like this.
He takes me all the way to Sabina's ward. She has woken up. She gets hysterical at sight of our tightly clasped hands.
"Frances, why are you holding her hand? Divorce her now! This woman has ruined our family and my career. How can you stay
with her? I don't agree, I don't agree!"
Sabina's words depress me.
Frances cares about his mother. Will he give me up because of Sabina's opposition?
I get nervous, my palms sweating.
Frances seems to feel my uneasiness, tightening his grip on my hand.
"Nothing can stop us from being together. Mom, if you don't want to lose me, don't make things difficult for Jane. You know the
truth better than me. It does no good to all of us if it turns nasty."
Frances’ words calms Sabina down.
I think she cares a lot about her son.
However, she looks at me with resentment.
She hates me, but I can understand. If I were her, I would feel the same.
I know Sabina won't give up.
But since I choose to be with Frances, I'm ready to face the obstacles.