Ever since the day Ola and Freda had gone on their 'date,' they had been sure to not cross each other's paths as much as they did before.

Freda made sure to not go by the mail room 23 times in a single day and cut that number down to 7 times since whenever she went there, she would find her cheeks heating up.

Ola, on the other hand, had somehow finally realized that Freda was not trying to be a typical friend to her, and maybe she wanted to be something more. Ola's oblivious head had concluded that Freda wanted to be her best friend, but after she had received a slap to her neck and a harsh scolding to her ear by an invisible force, she was prepared to finally accept the real fact.

After that incident, Ola had also gone to an ear doctor with her certain predicament of hearing a voice. And the doctor had told her to consult a psychiatrist as soon as possible.

It had been a week since the time they had gone to watch a movie, and it was a dreadful Saturday again. Ola was, as usual, playing her video game while Freda was learning how to knit with Mrs. Shafi and Mr. Shafi.

"No. No. No. You're doing it all wrong." Mrs. Shafi had scolded her husband, who frowned as his hands stopped moving the two large plastic needles. Freda giggled from beside the man, as she watched the older woman get up from her seat at the dining table to go where the man was sat.

It was a lazy Saturday morning, right after breakfast, when the Shafi family and Freda had desired to spend more time together. It was surprising how Freda had become such a close person to the family since she liked spending time with them.

But most of all, she liked spending time with Ola. And even though at that moment, Ola was busy playing some different game from last time, Freda was fine with just watching the woman from time to time.

"Let's just take a break." Mrs. Shafi had sighed out as she looked at whatever Mr. Shafi had just managed to knit in the entirety of 30 minutes. It wasn't much at all.

"No. I want to learn how to do this." Mr. Shafi spoke up with determination as he looked down and felt the fire burning inside of him.

Mrs. Shafi stared at her husband before she chuckled at him and took the knitting equipment away from him. "Didn't you have some exhibition to go to?"

It was as if the man had been reminded of what he had to do that day. "Oh yeah."

Ola snorted from the sofa as she glanced at her father, who was getting up from the one-seater sofa now. "I have two tickets so who wants to go with me!" His hand had raised up in excitement as he expected either his daughter or his wife to hold the same enthusiasm but none of them responded.

The responsibility had fallen down onto Freda's shoulders to actually volunteer as sacrifice. "What type of exhibition is it?" The red-headed woman asked up with her hand raised in the air, while Mr. Shafi glared at his daughter, who didn't care.

"It's an art exhibition. Some guy called Faiq (pronounced Fa-eek). He's a painter but also makes collages out of absolute garbage." Mr. Shafi's nose had squinted as he placed his hands on his hips.

There was no way he was going to go alone to an art exhibition with Freda. Even though the other woman had become so close with them, he still wasn't comfortable being alone with a woman other than his own wife or daughter.

"How about I give you the tickets?" Freda raised an eyebrow in question as she watched the man speak. "And you take Ola with you."

Ola's head had instantly turned over to her father's direction as she shook her head, but no one had even paid her any attention. Her on-screen player even died in this struggle.

Yas girl, your parents ship too.

The brunette had slapped herself on the side of her head as she watched how Freda was glancing back and forth between Mr. Shafi and her.

"Uh, I don't think that's such a great idea." Freda had finally spoken as she smiled apologetically at the older man.

"Why not? You two went to watch a movie together too." Mrs. Shafi added in as she had walked over to her room with the knitting equipment in hand, probably to go put it away. Mr. Shafi had turned over to his daughter with a nod as he turned back to Freda.

"Ola likes art, so it'd be like a school field trip."

It was definitely not going to be like that but okay Mr. Shafi. You the big man, we can't question ya.

"I feel like no one is asking for my opinion in this." Ola complained as she paused her game completely, in which she had died once again. So, like not that different from what was about to happen in real life.

She looked over at her father and then the red head with a wounded look but was ignored once again. Freda could only smile at the man as she nodded her head. Mr. Shafi had smiled back widely as he turned towards his daughter to speak up for the final verdict. "The exhibition is at 6 in the evening today."

Ola groaned as her father excused himself to get the tickets from his and his wife's room. And then there were two.

And there was an awkward silence.

Until Ola spoke up. "Do you know a food place that sells bratwurst, we could eat that after the exhibition."

Freda's eyebrow had raised up as she let out a laugh. "You really do like bratwurst, huh?"

The brunette shrugged her shoulders turning to un-pause her game and go back to playing again. "It's delicious." Freda giggled now as she came to sit down beside Ola, who had frowned while glancing at all of the empty sitting spaces in the living room. There were about 7 to 8 spaces for Freda to sit down at, but she chose to come and sit beside her.

Surely, she had begun to notice something here, but she still wasn't ready to acknowledge it aloud yet.

The silence that spread around them now was comfortable though, as both of them sat looking at the tv screen.

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