<h4>Chapter 187: It’s Feel Good To Be Home</h4>


    (Author’s POV)


    "Professor Stephens, thank you for your help. Can you give me your payment code?" Myra was straightforward. She didn’t like to owe anyone anything.


    Fabian was quick with his reply, "Aaaaa ... I don’t do online payments."


    Myra thought for a while and then said regretfully, "I am so sorry but I don’t have any cash right now. Yelena, can I borrow some from you? I will return it you to when we reach my ce."


    Yelena bit her lips and uttered, "Sorry, no cash with me as well." Although, she said this, she had some emergency currency in her wallet. But she said nothing about it.


    Myra turned back to Fabian, "How should I repay you, Professor Stephens?"


    Fabian licked his lips and suggested, "You already have my number, Ms. Miracle. When we meet next time, you can give it to me then. By the way, have you thought about my offer?"


    "I will contact you when I am done contemting about it," Myra answered.


    Fabian didn’t push it. He got a call and said his goodbyes, "I am getting a call. Thanks for your help, Ms. Miracle. Coffee is on me next time. You too, Ms. Yates. It was nice meeting you both again. Now, I will be taking my leave."


    Before Myra could refuse his offer, he walked away with his phone in hand.


    Myra looked at bag Fabian has given her and there was this odd feeling she couldn’t quite put a finger to it.


    Yelena snapped her fingers in front of Myra’s face as she came back to her senses, "Come on, let’s go."


    Myra nodded and they walked toward Yelena’s car. After settling inside once again, she looked inside the bag and there were two boxes, one big and one small. The big one was obviously the vani cake Myra had ordered but the second one had a strawberry pastry, decorated with freshly cut strawberries on top.


    Yelena was just about to start the engine when Myra said, "I guess they have mixed our orders. There is a strawberry pastry in this bag." She looked out of the window and searched for Fabian but he was nowhere in sight.


    Yelena jumped on the opportunity and said, "Let me give him a call."


    She called him but the line was engaged, "His phone is busy. I will leave a voice mail. Or ..... maybe not."


    "Don’t worry, when he will see you missed call and his bag he will call you back," Myra uttered.


    "That’s what I want," Yelena murmured softly. It was almost inaudible to Myra.


    Without wasting anytime, they zoomed off towards Myra’s ce. Within twenty minutes, they were standing outside Myra’s house.


    Myra’s parents house was located in a suburban area. The ce was quieter and more rxing from downtown’s hustle and bustle, where Yelena’s apartment was situated.


    "Here we are," Yelena said with a quiet voice.


    "Yeah, finally," Myra looked at the door, took a deep, long breath and walked towards it. Yelena helped with her suitcase and walked behind her.


    She rang the doorbell and waited. Within a minute, the door click opened and a familiar voice uttered, "Who’s it?"


    "Mom ... surprise" Myra mumbled as a lump formed in her throat. Her nose was tingling and itching but she controlled her emotions.


    When Sandra saw who it was, tears formed in her eyes as she eximed loudly, "MYRA?" She gave her a warm and tight hug.


    Sandra’s voice was loud enough that even Wendy, who was lounging on the couch heard her. Myra didn’t tell her about her n, so it was a surprise for her as well. She jumped up from the couch and ran towards the door. "Sis, what are you doing here? Didn’t you~"


    Yelena gritted her teeth and shook her head to stop Wendy to stop on time. Wendy pursed her lips tightly. She was about to spill the beans. She changed her demeanor and started acting, "Ohhh my gosh, sis. How did youe? Why didn’t you tell us that you wereing today?"


    Yelena chuckled at her acting. That girl was being overdramatic but Sandra was too preupied with her emotions to discreet her words. She pulled away after much reluctance and held Myra’s face, "Why do you look so thin and yourplexion seem pale as well. Have you been eating well? Did they not feed you well?"


    Myraughed at her words and pinched her cheeks, "I am fine, mom. Why are we standing in the doorway. Let’s go inside."


    They all went inside as Myra asked, "Where’s dad? Is he not at home?"


    "He went to get a plumber. The kitchen sink is leaking again," Sandra eximed. "Let me give him a call."


    "Mom, don’t tell dad on the phone," Wendy shushed Sandra.


    Sandra got up and went to her room to get her phone. As soon as she was out of sight, Wendy muttered under her breath, "Sis, Yelena sis, why didn’t you guys tell me about your n?" She puffed her cheeks.


    "Because my dear, you are a bbermouth," Yelenamented yfully.


    "Yelena sis~" Wendy made a sulking face and turned her face, feigning upset.


    "Okay, okay. Don’t be upset now. I got you something," Myra showed her the bakery bag. Wendy’s eyes widened in excitement as she yelled, "Sis, you got this for me." She kissed Myra’s cheek and said, "You are the best. Red velvet pastry, it’s my favorite."


    "Ahaa .... drama queen ..." Myra ruffled her hair like a child.


    Wendy stared at the other bag and asked, "What’s in that?" Without wasting anytime, she looked inside the bag and shouted again. With a shrill voice, she said, "STRAWBERRY? Ohhh my goshhhh ..... it’s so pretty. Thank you, sis."


    Myra clicked her tongue and said, "I didn’t buy it."


    "I did," Yelena added. Myra looked at with confusion as Yelena whispered, "Fabian hasn’t called yet. The pastry will go bad if we wait. We will buy him a new one."


    Myra nodded and didn’t say a word.


    Wendy dramatically sobbed, "Yelena sis, you are my second favorite."


    Sandra returned after calling William. Yelena asked, "Aunt, do you have plumbing tools at home? I will take a look at your kitchen sink."


    "Yelena dear, you are our guest. You don’t need to do that," Sandra said politely.


    "Haha ..... don’t be formal with me, Aunt Sandra. I live alone so I am quite handy with this kind of stuff. Let me take a look. Wends,e one, give me a hand," Yelena gestured for Wendy toe with her.


    With both the bags in hand, Wendy asked Yelena to follow behind.


    Now that Sandra and Myra were alone, Sandra asked, "Why didn’t you inform us beforehand? Me and you dad would have picked you up at the airport."


    "I wanted to give you a surprise," Myra smiled. She stared at Sandra for a while. Although, there were hardly any change in Sandra’s appearance but her eyes had slight dark circles underneath them and she looked a bit weak as well. "Mom, how is your health? Have you been taking your meds regrly?"


    "Of course, your assistant wouldn’t leave my side if I somehow forgot to take them," Sandra said.


    "Good job, Wendy," Myraughed.


    "Why did you call me so urgently, honey?" William said while walking inside.


    "Look who is here," Sandra said happily. William looked at Myra’s figure and his steps got some spring to them.


    "Myra? How did you~ When did youe? Why didn’t you tell us? Are you okay? Why do you look you pale?" William fired questions after questions.


    "Dad .... there is a thing called surprise. I am fine. It is just jetg," Myra got up as she hugged William.


    "It is good that you are finally home," William patted her back and cooed.


    Myra muttered under her breath, "It feels good to be back home." She has been feeling restless because of her lies. Now, that she was back with them, she felt as if a weight has lifted off of her.


    "Mom, Yelena sis is so awesome. She fixed that tap in a jiffy," Wendy uttered whileing out of the kitchen.


    "It is nothing, just some survival stuff I picked up," Yelena winked at her. "Good afternoon, Uncle." She greeted William.


    "Ohhh ... that car seemed familiar. So, it was Yelena," Williammented. "How are you?"


    "I am good as new, uncle," Yelena replied. There families were on good terms so Yelena was in a habit of speaking to Williamfortably.


    "What are you doing, sitting down. Wendy, get them some water," William instructed. They all settled on the couch. As if remembering some, William questioned, "How is you cousin?"


    Yelena was left dumbfounded by his question as she was quick to ask, "Which cousin are you talking about, Uncle William?"


    Myra’s eyes widened. She recalled what William was talking about.


    "Your cousin’s foot was injured right?" William asked with a confused look.


    To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .