Fated to be yours

Chapter 48

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Because the I was late in giving the last update, here's another one for you all.

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Changing into casual clothes, Gulf plops onto the bed of his old room. When he had stepped inside earlier, he wasn't surprised to see it clean and kept, just like he had left it the last time he was here. When he had started his masters he had moved to his condo and even when he would drop here unannounced he would get his room, clean and prepared, his Dad always made sure of that. His Dad knows the importance of his room. For other people, it may be just a bedroom but for him, it was his sanctuary, his safe place, his own world. But today sprawled in his bed, as he stared at the mint green walls around him, unlike before he can't feel the calmness, the solace, rather he feels...sad, confused, thoughts going back to Mew again and again.

When they had returned back from the garden to their families, Mew hadn't spared a second glance at him. It's like he was in a hurry to get away from him as soon as possible. Dropping a fleeting kiss on his forehead, without a word he had turned away, rushing towards his car.

What was the matter? He knows it's not because Mew is distracted or busy with his work. Even when the man is swamped with work, he never lets it affect his mood when he is with him.

He scowls. First, the man called him Gulf and now ignoring him! Hmph!

A moment later, he sighs sitting upright. No use of moping around, since he is here, at his home, he might as well take advantage of his things here. He nods determinedly and climbs out of his bed, padding towards the mini-library he had set up against one of the walls. "Or maybe not" he changes his mind about reading at the last moment and walks out of the room. He knows a perfect thing he would like to do today.

A minute later, he walks into his third favourite room of the house after his bedroom, the second being the kitchen of course. When his eyes fall on the black, shiny musical instrument, his lips pull up in a smile. He all but runs to it, gliding his hand over the smooth surface, and no matter how long it's been he can feel the excited tingle in his fingers, itching to get them on the black and white keys that he loves so much. For a moment he wonders how he lived a year without it, and his brain immediately provides how. That he had much more pressing matters than playing music, for instance, his married life and focusing on how not to fall for his husband who he wasn't supposed to marry in the first place.

Sitting in front of his piano, as his thoughts go down the memory lane, he recalls how Mew's house also had a new shiny piano that he had come across on the first day in the house. Mae had told him Mew had specifically asked for it. But to his dismay, after that first time, he never saw it again. When he had inquired about it to P'Fon she had told him that Mew had it thrown away. Not even give away or return, he had it thrown away.

"What a waste!" The man always throws things away in anger! He huffs, recalling the incident with his work phone in the restaurant's garden earlier. "Pfft! Just because he is ridiculously rich!" he grumbles, lifting the lid from the keys. His smile returns when his eyes fall on his name elegantly carved on the fallboard.

Only if his mother was here too, everything would be perfect.

*Flashback*

A little boy sat in front of a black, shiny piano, his little fingers moving on the keys playing his new favorite song, which he had perfected just a week ago. His eyes flickering between his fingers on the keys and his name engraved in cursive on top of its fallboard. The piano was his present on his last birthday a few months ago, his seventh birthday.