Chapter 8: Serving after the battle
"If the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, it would be beautiful to see."
"You know this is a cherry blossom tree, right?
"Ask the people in this house. Just point and ask if they are cherry blossoms and people will come."
This is the second night that the Thai man, who gave his heart to the mixed-race boy, sits on the balcony wearing a yukata. With the sliding door open to the beautiful Japanese garden, which has a large eye-catching tree. At night, he asks the person who made the bed if it is a cherry blossom tree. So much so that Oat couldn't help but imagine how beautiful it would be when the brilliant flowers were in full bloom.
NT: A yukata is a kimono made of cotton. It is mainly used for summer or warm seasons. It is much lighter because it does not have the cape that normally covers the kimono.
"Um. That's a cherry blossom tree."
Shin, who was wearing a similar outfit, moved to sit next to him. But today there was no guitar on tap, instead there is an entire barrel of cold beer that was placed between the two of them.
"If you had come a month ago, you could have seen it." The speaker hands him a beer.
" It's nice?"
"It's beautiful. Everyone here looks forward to seeing it every year." Oat turned to look at the speaker, and then discovered that Shin had not opened his own can of beer, but was leaning with both hands on the floor of the balcony, looking at the tree with only bare branches protruding from it. both leaves and flowers, with unpredictable facial expressions.
" You do not like?"
The mongrel was silent for a moment before turning to open the beer.
"They say that if the cherry blossoms open it means that spring would come. But if I had to choose, phi. I wouldn't choose to be born as a cherry blossom tree. As if we had to wait all year to see each other for just two weeks. I want be something tangible, and feel better all year round. No matter how nice it is. Shin shrugged, taking a sip of cold beer, as he looked at the decades-old tree there.
"The wait makes everything make sense."
"But it's better to be happy together."
Oat stared at the handsome, mocking face of the man next to him, and then he felt something. His rush of brain waves informed him that Shin was in a bad mood.
"Only a year and a half."
Hahahaha.
Immediately, Shin was stunned. The hand holding the beer can stopped in midair, then turned around to meet a pair of sharp eyes so serious that he couldn't laugh.
"I can't hide anything from you, can I?"
Honestly, they might not have been discussing the meaning of flowers or waiting for the arrival of spring, but rather Shin thinking about a cold season for next year, before returning to meet the incoming heat. The heat in Thailand. Almost a year and a half later.
How has half a year passed?
That thought made the thinker shake his head. Because now he was able to get used to it little by little. For someone like the one who wanted to rush to look for him almost every weekend.
If those things disappear, Haizzzz myself. With someone like Shin sitting around bored like this.
The thinker slowly shook his head and picked up his beer to drink it.
