"Great job, Aris! Here's some juice for you," I said, handing over the can with a smile.

"Thanks, Sir," she replied, her gratitude shining through her eyes.

"You're a quick learner, unlike someone else I know," I teased, thinking of Zen. "You're quite renowned in your grade, but I must admit, I didn't expect this level of skill from you."

Aris chuckled, closing her eyes in mock annoyance. "I'm not that famous. It's mostly because of my brother Zen. He's the ideal man, at least to other girls. But to me, he's just… Zen."

I nodded in agreement. "Well, he is one of the best players on our school's basketball team, so his fame isn't too surprising."

"Yeah, but aside from basketball and games, he's pretty useless," she quipped.

"Come on, he's your big brother. You should be proud of him," I encouraged.

"Well… if you say so," she conceded with a reluctant grin.

Aris has always been like this since I met her and Zen. Zen is a tad overprotective of his sister, which often annoys her, especially when he scares off her friends. But deep down, I know she loves her brother, even if she won't admit it.

Catching her eye, I grinned, lost in thought.

"What? Why are you giving me that look? Don't tell me you're bringing this up just to let my guard down and make a move," she teased.

In response, I playfully performed a karate chop on her head. "Did you say something? I didn't hear you," I joked.

"No, no, not at all, sir," she quickly backtracked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was nearly 10. Zen would be visiting Aris's friend's house soon, and I had left Bell and Miss Elsa alone at home. Concern washed over me.

"Let's pack up; it's almost time. Zen will be at your friend's house shortly, and we need to get there before him," I urged.

We left and made our way to Aris's friend's house.

"Thank you for the company, White," she said, bowing respectfully.

After bidding her farewell, I slowly made my way back to my apartment. The door was locked, so I used my keys to open it.

As the door swung open, I heard cheerful voices coming from the living room. Bell must be watching TV, I thought. I had brought pudding, knowing she would love it. I walked into the living room.

"Bell, look what I've brought for you!" I announced, only to stop in my tracks as I saw Bell playing with Aisha.

"Papa! Welcome back! What's this?" Bell ran towards me, grabbing the bag.

"Pudding! Yayyy! Look, Aisha, Papa brought us pudding!" she exclaimed, jumping with joy and showing the pudding to Aisha.

"It's good for you, Bell. See, just as I said, your Papa always takes care of you," Aisha said, looking at me with a knowing smile.

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"Right, Papa?" Aisha giggled as Bell dashed to the kitchen for spoons.

I sighed. "So, what's the matter now? What have I done this time?" I asked Aisha.

She always seemed to have something to tell me, and it was rarely good news.

"Ara, I never said you did anything wrong," she mused, striking a thoughtful pose. "Ah, right… You left Bell alone here. What if someone broke in?"

"Nothing would happen. No one can see Bell except for me. So, out with it. What do you need to tell me?" I pressed her.

I had to keep it a secret that I met someone who could see Bell. It could be dangerous for Luna if Aisha found out.

"Hey, that's very rude, you know. I may not be human, but I have a heart too!" she protested.

"Yeah, yeah, and?" I prodded, eager to get to the point.

She heaved a sigh and said, "I thought after our many encounters, you'd see me as a friend, but you remain guarded." She paused, then smiled teasingly, "You know, when you thanked me for helping you, what you said was, 'Thank you, Aisha, the most reliable and beautiful. I will always be grateful to you.'"

"I never said that!" I protested.

She giggled, "Oh, right. You met someone today, didn't you?"

"What… what are you talking about? I met no one," I answered hesitantly.

"Don't lie to me. I know very well. Was her name Luna? And she can see Bell? That's surprising to me too," she said, her smile unwavering.

Damn it, how does Aisha know about Luna? It's not right. Luna may be smart and intelligent, but there are things that don't make sense, things that humans can't handle and against Aisha, She can't do anything either.

My expression turned serious, and as Aisha observed my deep thought, she reassured, "Don't worry, I'm not as evil as you think. If she can only see Bell, it's not a big deal. And you need to check on Elsa too, right?"

"You came here just to confirm that; honestly, there's nothing more you wish to say." I asked

"What do you think of me?I consider you a friend, regardless of whether you feel the same. And yes, since the bell is with you, I can visit anytime I want, not merely to cause you trouble," she said with a pouting face.

Just then, Bell interrupted, running towards Aisha with pudding in hand.

"Here, Aisha, big sis, your pudding. And Papa, I'll get yours too," she said cheerfully.

"Ah, Bell, enjoy this with Aisha. I'll go and meet Miss Elsa, okay?" I replied.

"Okay," she agreed.

With that, I left to find Elsa. I knocked on the door of her apartment.

"Miss Elsa, if you're not asleep, I've brought puddings," I announced as I opened the door.

She was studying, glasses perched on her nose. Seeing me, she slowly removed them.

"Ah, White, welcome back from your part-time job," she greeted with a smile.

"Yes, and I've brought you this pudding. You'll love it," I offered.

"Thank you, White. And there's something I want you to see," she said, her smile energetic as she held up a notebook.

"A notebook? Is there something written in it?" I inquired.

"It's the diary I was writing before the amnesia. I've written everything in here," she explained.

"That's wonderful. You might recover from amnesia by reading about the things you've forgotten," I said, hopeful.

It wasn't exactly amnesia, though. She hadn't lost her memories; everything that had happened to her was still there. The only parts she'd forgotten were me and the accident.

"I remember reading in this diary about small incidents involving you, but…" She paused, sadness in her eyes. "I don't know how to say this, but the memories I shared with you, written in this diary, feel like they belong to a different person. I… I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't apologize, Miss Elsa. Don't force yourself to remember. It doesn't matter whether you have memories of me or not. I'm just happy that we can make new memories to share and enjoy," I assured her, though deep down, I felt disappointed.

"Big Sister…" she began.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, whenever you call me 'big sister,' it feels warm and familiar. Could you please stop calling me 'Miss Elsa' and just call me 'sister'?" she requested.

"Yes, Big Sister. I'll always remember that," I promised.

After wishing her goodnight, I left. She seemed happy as we talked about the little things, and I felt relieved seeing Miss Elsa's recovery progress so quickly. As I walked, a message pinged on my mobile. It was from Aris.

"Thank you for today. I managed to slip back home undetected. Zen spent the whole time fussing over my late-night studies, but I just tuned him out. He's such a worrywart. Oh, and I almost forgot—don't forget our deal after school tomorrow, okay?" she texted with a hint of mischief.