CHAPTER 8

Singto bit his nails feeling nervous and shaky. As soon as he forced out the little notebook that he carries in his saggy pants, he opened it on the following clean page and began jotting down which foods he patterned was safe for him in order to place down the number of calories he’d be putting in his system. The fruit he pattered would be around sixty-eight calories and therefore, the chips should be around a hundred and eighty. He wasn’t ingested something since yesterday morning, and he is aware that if he doesn’t eat this, Harvey and Emmie will surely grow suspicious of him. However, there was no means he was aiming to touch the bags of chips. There were to several additional substances that he simply couldn’t bring himself to consume. The fruit however may be okay.

Even though he’s currently having shaky hands, he picked up the bowl and pulled it nearer to him.

After slowly picking up a strawberry and placing it in his mouth, he chewed it for a short moment before forcing himself to swallow. By the feeling of getting it on his tongue already made him feel sick, and he despised himself for it. However, he knew that this bowl needs to be consumed somehow. He’d be able to manage it, and he’s thankful that it wasn’t a large bowl, and he knew that will work for him. On the other hand, chips he pushed off to the side, and he drank the water. Right after doing that, he unfolded his notebook over again to make a separate column of the calorie intake for the day. All he has had right now is sixty-eight calories. And he told himself that he will only permit to have around 950-1200 calories maximum, which meant that after this, he can only eat another 882-1068 calories from dinner.

Singto continued to eat the fruit that he was eating while whilst he placed his arms uncomfortably onto his slim waist. Seems like his head hurt. However, he can do something to stay away from these nice folks searching for regarding who he really is.

Krist has come back to the neighbourhood. Currently, it was forty minutes past six. By simply talking to Ken, having lunch with him and looking at him resulted for Krist to spend an extended time together with his father. He was glad to ascertain his father so happy, and he astonishingly likes his caretaker. Her name is Holly, and she has been nothing but caring, and nice towards them both. And because of that, for Krist it absolutely was a time well-spent. He was feeling content and was in a good mood for the first time in decades.

Emmie asked her son nervously, knowing that her conversation with him hasn’t been really nice. “Hey, Krist! How were things?”

“Daddy appeared like he’s happy and healthy, therefore I’m not that so worried as I used to be before regarding how he was about to be under the care of somebody else. However, I knew already that he was within the right place, for currently anyway, once I saw him together with his caretaker named Holly.

I agree now that you were right, he required professional help and that I assume a section of me knew that but was too afraid to admit it. I’m deeply sorry about that though…”

Emmie was feeling delighted to see her son’s kindness for once. However, all of this was still surprising and shocking in her opinion. “Please don’t be so sorry. I actually realized that I ought to have talked to you regarding it first.”

Krist isn’t accustomed chatting with his own mother and expressing how he felt was a large thing for him and because of that, he simply nodded as he stared at the ground. Usually, he ne'er says how he feels, however today he felt like it was okay to try and do that and he knew his mother would be happy to listen to him expressing himself.

“If you’re hungry, be happy to come back down and eat since dinner is going to be prepared in fifteen minutes.” Emmie gave him her kind smile before walking towards the dining room.

Surprisingly, Krist wished to eat with them this time. Also, he was already starving from the long walk he has, simply to come back home. He quickly ran up the stairs to charge his phone and opened the door to envision Singto with an empty expression on his face. There was a plate on the nightstand between their beds, which had an unopened bag of chips, an empty bowl and bottled water gone halfway.

Krist immediately greeted him. “Hey.”

Singto looked up and felt his face get slightly warm from the sign of Krist. “He-hello.” He answered in a very quiet tone.

“Uhmm… dinner is going to be prepared in fifteen minutes according to my mommy.” Krist watched as Singto’s eyes showed little signs of panic once he mentioned that.

“Really? Ah okay, sure. I’ll be there in a second.” Singto answered.

Krist nodded, however looked over at the nightstand once more feeling a desire towards the chips that weren’t even touched by the appearance of it. So, he asked “Hey, Singto… Are those chips yours?”

Singto answered quickly making Krist eye him unusually. “Oh, this? You may have them.”

“Uhmm… okay, I’ll be downstairs.” He opened the chips and started to eat them as Singto stared at the manner he easily ate the entire bag in an instant. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Okay…” Singto declared not needing to be here any further. And with that, he left the area with his heart beating roughly against his chest. The sound and even the sight of somebody else enjoying the foods that he avoids felt sickening to him, and he wished to depart as before long as he might.

Singto felt himself panting as he slowly created his way down the stairs. Before getting into the eating room table, he required regaining his calmness. While biting his lower lips and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, he entered with a little smile on his face. “Hey, is Krist coming back down?”

“Uhmm… yeah, I assume so.” Singto replied uncomfortably.

Harvey and Emmie were putting completely different varieties of food onto the table. All of the plates and tableware were set and prepared to go for dinner and therefore the thought of that made Singto feel uncomfortable all over again. Right after Singto took his seat at random on the table, he examined all the food. Whenever his eyes met a plate all he could see were numbers of all of the calories inside it. He couldn’t even focus on how things looked.

Shortly, Krist entered the eating area and sat directly across from Singto. He started at Singto as he sharp-eyed the food with a blank expression on his face. “Alright, dig in.” Plates were being passed around and everybody was piling food onto their plate like it was nothing.