Kao
"Why don't you just tie me up so you can really run my life entirely!?!"
The annoying guy in front of me made a sarcastic surprise look.
"Woah, Kao, I'm not aware that you're into those kind of stuff?!?"
I rolled my eyes and made a move towards the door when the guy stopped me.
"Sit."
He said in a serious tone and I couldn't help but narrowed my eyes at him.
And we ended up staring at each other.
We stayed that way for quite sometime until I realized that I was not made for a staring contest and I had to look away.
"You can't just boss me around!"
I yelled at him as my annoyance grew even bigger.
"I'm not. I'm asking you. Nicely. Sit down. Let's talk."
He said in a softer voice and I didn't know why I ended up sitting opposite him at the make shift dining table for two his people set up very quickly inside the home theater a little after he announced that we could have our lunch there.
"I don't want to talk."
He heaved a sigh before he looked at me.
"Kao, we both know we have a lot to talk about."
I shook my head forcefully, as if doing so could make him understand that I didn't want any of these.
"I don't think so."
I heard him tutted before he regarded me with a guided patience.
"You read the magazine?"
I stared at him for a while.
Where is he going with this!?!
"I did."
I saw him nodded before he raised his eyebrows at me.
"I bet you have many questions to ask me."
I do.
But what for?
"No. I don't."
I lied.
"I read a lot of magazines but it doesn't mean I care about what it says."
Besides, it would not make any difference anyway.
Talking about it would only make me stay longer in this place, with him, and I didn't want that.
"Kao, I know that I have a lot of explaining to do."
I shook my head.
"No you don't."
I replied even though I was still curious as to why he needed to pull that stunt with me last night.
"Kao..."
He trailed off when I raised my head to look at him.
"You, leaving, was enough of an explanation. No need to bother with it."
I saw how his face softened with what I said but I didn't have time to process that action.
"I'm sorry."
He quipped and I didn't know what to make of that.
It had been five years and he suddenly appeared out of the blue kidnapping me just to say sorry!?!
"You know what Pete, if there's nothing else, can I go now!?! I'm not even sure why I'm here. I presume you didn't have your men almost give me a heart attack last night just because you wanted to tell me about your life now, is it?"
