Bold: The characters are speaking in English.
“Your pa.s.sport please.”
Pun nodded and handed the maroon pa.s.sport book over to the pretty Uzbekistan Airways staff with a feeling of heavy uneasiness… was this the right thing to do…?
That day, Sasha had begged for him to go to Samui together… However, he ended up refusing coldly and forgot about this matter altogether, only having recalled it just fifteen minutes ago when he heard the final call for a Bangkok Airways flight.
Sasha never revealed why he had to go to Samui. Pun only knew that there was someone special the other man wanted him to meet… but who was this person exactly? And why was he meant to meet them? He was not given an explanation, and Sasha did not bring it up a second time.
…At this point, it was too late to change his decision. The staff handed back his pa.s.sport book along with the boarding pa.s.s, informing him to head to the gate at the appointed time.
Pun sighed… never mind. Sasha was probably going to explain it to him eventually.
In that very same second, a certain someone popped out from behind with a pleased grin plastered on his face.
“P’Pun!!!”
The owner of the name jumped, then had to subconsciously smile upon seeing the wide grin of a gleeful kitty that had appeared without any warning.
“Ah… how come you’re here?”
“Well it’s after hours now, Haru came for a walk.”
“You’ve come a long way for a walk, isn’t your condo in Asok, Haru?”
The kitty smiled shyly. “Actually, I’m here to pick up Someone Special!!!“
The word ‘someone special’ seems to be trending these days…
Wearing a Comme Des Garçons heart print shirt, the kitty craned his head around. “And… is no one here to send you off?"
“Oh, he’s gone back already… the amba.s.sador was urgently summoning him, apparently there’s trouble in Pattaya.”
Trouble in Pattaya… Haru recited the words in his head.
Despite suspecting that the golden retriever was lying to P’Pun, this excuse seemed fairly reasonable. After all, Pattaya consisted of the Russian mafia and gangs trafficking women overseas, not to mention, Suvarnabhumi Airport to Pattaya was just a short trip away…
If this story were true… couldn’t Sasha be bothered to receive his twin sons at the airport first? What kind of person was so heartless? Abandoning his sons with Mr. Isakov (the nanny?).
Not to mention, making Isakov take care of the two naughty monkeys on the plane all by himself. If they allowed the twins to sit in first cla.s.s this would not be a problem.
Their wealth was undisputed. However, these Russians were determined to raise their children as humbly as possible. Even the kindergarten that these two twins attended was still a little bear kindergarten at the end of the alley and situated next to a church. Undoubtedly, they were travelling here in economy cla.s.s. Just the thought of it, Haru could imagine the kids causing quite a hefty amount of trouble for the flight attendants.
“Haru… Haru, what are you daydreaming about?”
Startled, Haru wondered if he accidentally said something out loud. “Nothing, nothing.”
“Have you eaten yet? If not, let’s go get some coffee together, I’ll treat you to Starbucks.”
Haru shook his head smilingly. “Haru will keep waiting, they’ll be arriving soon. In any case, P’Pun… have a safe trip. If you need anything, feel free to call Haru okay?”
“Will calling you help?”
Haru scratched his head abashedly and waved farewell.
“Have a good trip! Enjoy!”
Enjoy! Haru wanted to say this to himself. He couldn"t wait to bring two clingy monkeys to Samui and play in the sea!
“Kittyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Haruuuuuuuu.”
The tiny legs belonging to two little boys raced towards him with voices so loud that it caught the attention of everyone waiting at the arrivals gate. Haru bent down and hugged the two small chubby bodies on either side. Nikolai in his right arm. The feisty Kiril in his left arm.
“Nikolai pulled my shirt just now!”
“Kiril bullied me first!”
The twins scrambled to voice their complaints and he was forced to cover their mouths, not wanting to make this any more of a scene than it already was. Haru gave them each a kiss on the cheek, then rubbed each of their heads once. “Where’s Mr. Isakov?”
“Isakov is waiting for the bags.” A familiar voice… but one he had not heard for a long time… could be heard accompanying the answer. Haru felt his body grow cold all of sudden, then switching to become scorching hot, starting from his ears… then cheeks…”
“Eisbär? You…” However, the man before him was not the same giant polar bear that he used to know.
Those grey eyes were the same…
That voice was the same…
The way he took the twins" hands… large hands cradling the tiny ones ever so carefully… those hands were the hands he was familiar with…
“Eisbär, is it… really you?”
No. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. no. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes.
His brain and eyes said no.
But his heart said yes.
The final judgment was on these pair of eyes, the pair of grey eyes beneath a fluttering of light coffee-colored eyelashes that Haru had always been jealous of… how it perceived beauty in everything and conveyed it in such a stunning and captivating fashion. Furthermore, this gentle smile could belong to no one else.
“Eisbär no longer exists… call me Alexey.”
Oh s.h.i.t.