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Chapter VII : ALAS! WE MEET AGAIN

I went home, depressed and worried.

What if the woman I'm going to marry is ugly, (well, I couldn't imagine myself marrying one) evil or gorgeous. Uhm, that's kind of nice but I don't want to be married.

I mean, I want to but not this time.

I still want to experience being a youth.

I don't know why they are pulling this kind of situation. All I know is that I gotta escape from this nightmare as soon as possible.

The sooner, the better.

As I was packing my things, I remembered Chi Minh.

I guess I need someone to help me pack my stuff. I also told him the whole story of why mom needed me and he was like,

"Dude, you're on the step of maturity. I'm so proud of you and I'm gonna miss your food."

There was no single hint of sympathy from Chi Minh. I was somehow, disappointed. I don't know.

How did we even became friends?

"Shut it Chi minh! You're lucky your parents didn't do something stupid like this. And by the way, I just moved near the school, so you know where to go if you don't know where you're going because you know that you don't know."

"Alright! I can still taste your free food and I'm confused to your sentence."

To be honest, I think I got a little confused to my sentence too. Maybe it was being nonsense.

"Yeah,yeah. Just help me."

The next day was pain.

As the sun rises, I was moving on the new house.

Nooooooo!

As much as I wanted, I don't want to go but it's really necessary. If I won't, there would be greater consequences waiting ahead of me.

I kept on closing my eyes, hoping that everything is just a nightmare and all will be back to normal but as soon as I open my eyes, reality just slaps me so hard.

I was still the first one to arrive and no sign of the girl.

Few hours later, I heard a knock on the door and hurriedly open it thinking that it could be someone I know.

"Oh, it's you. Why are you here?" Well, guess what? It really is someone I happen to know, but not personally, obviously.

"I was going to ask you the same question but as it turns out, you asked first. So, why are you here?"

"Well, this is my house and ah!! Don't tell me *MOMENT OF REALIZATION* Oh no! This is terrible!" I closed my eyes as everything was sinking on me.

"No way! You're my ---"

"Aaaaaahhh" We shouted in chorus and mumbled words. It's as if we had the same thought.

Well, I heard her cursed.

Profanity is her language.

By the way, the girl I'm talking about was the girl the other day in which I bumped into near the resto.

Remember her?

"Ehemm. I haven't been properly introduced. I'm Kyou Ichinose, 22 and not pleased to meet you." She said while dragging her things all the way to the living room.

I just stand there looking at her like some ghost who appeared on Christmas who was a month late for November.

I didn't even bother to help her, she seems strong. She can do it herself.

"Like wise. As you know Ms. Ichinose, I don't like this too."

"Please just call me Kyou. We'll be living together now and that's reality, we just have to accept it. Just don't call me Ms. Ichinose too often, you sounded just like one of our butlers. I might forget and treat you like one."

"I'm just being formal!" I explained.

"I know. No need to fidget young man. You don't need to explain and I presume you must be Takeshima Wang. Well, obviously." She chuckled and walks around the house.

I was following her.

It's getting boring here anyway. Nothing much to do as of this moment.

"You know Mr. Wang"

"Tashisu" I interrupted.

"Okay, Tashisu. Honestly, I appreciate the design and artwork in the house. Although I'm not really a fan of art, it's nice though."

I looked at her studying her every move, while she was staring at the paintings hanging in the wall.

I agree at what she had said earlier. It actually seems nice.

"Yeah. So we have the same school? I heard your parents transferred you."

"Unfortunately, yes." She answered, still looking at the paintings.

"Ah men! By the way, these things that happened to you, to us, do you really want these to happen?" I blurted out.

"You think so?"

"I think tha-"

"Well, think again Tashisu. It's for you to find out." I don't really get what she means. It's like, you know, in Sherlock Holmes. If you'll understand what I mean.

"What do you mean?" I asked still wondering at what she had said.

"Nothing, you'll remember it soon and thank me when the right time comes. If and only if it will happen. For now, just allow everything to take you to where you were suppose to be." Huh? I still don't get it.

Instead of asking more, I just said something.

"I guess that this thing that has happened to us makes us even. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a rest from looking your face, it hurts my eyeballs."

"Yah, me too. Looking at you looking at me makes me sick."

Kyou was currently arranging her things when I entered the room.

"You done?"

"Woah!! You almost scared me, you could have knocked you idiot." She then sighed and continued. "Almost done. Why?"

"We've got a little problem. The bed is only one."

"They really had a plan on torturing us. They're being rude to their children." She sighed again and continued talking. "So, any ideas?"

"I've got one. How about, I'll sleep on the bed today and you on the couch and vice versa." I explained

"Sounds fine to me. I've gotta admit the atmosphere here is pretty awkward."

"I noticed. Don't worry, because after our wedding, I'm going to arrange the papers and then we'll be divorced. Then, we'll both be free." I said.

Hoping it to happen.

But something is bothering me.

"Okay. I'm tired, too much talking. See you tomorrow and oh I'll find a better way so that we won't be married."

"Nice. Night, and have a nightmare."

"Same as yours. Hope you'll never wake up. *evil smile* "

Then I slept and in the middle of the night, I suddenly jolted and woke up because of the dream I just had moments ago.

A sudden image of a woman flashed in my memory.

She seems so familiar but I cannot recognize her, the image was somewhat blurry.

But no matter how hard I tried to remember the details of my dream, I just can't. It is just so uncongenial and the only thing I can remember was how sad the woman was when she said "I understand. I'm willing to wait even if it takes too long."

After that moment, I felt the whole room spinning and a sudden feeling takes in my head.

Shoot, I think headache strikes again.