His Spring Symphony

Chapter Eleven: A Glass Of Water For A Restless Mind

God tested me so hard for these past few weeks. My thumb drive got a virus in the printing shop's computer that it deleted all my assignments in it, had too many works in a short semester, and I have a presentation tomorrow (On Saturday) at 8 in the morning T__T wish me luck guys.

Chapter 11; ENJOY! :D

-Amni

HARU

Hunter opened the door. "Welcome..." He said to her.

Haru barely heard him because she was busy baffled by the view. His penthouse was beautiful. When she set foot inside, she could see all the parts of the living room and the kitchen.

The short hallway from the door was decorated with pictures of flowers- Tiger Lily, Dandelion, White Rose- it was professionally photographed, all in black and white. "Damn..." Haru muffled a swear. She was so in love with the living room. Haru moved toward the part of the room, you actually have to walk down two steps to feel the carpet on your feet. It was made to be a square-shaped center. There were two lime green sofas inside the square, three-seated and were placed on the opposite of each other, making a long white coffee table placed in the middle.

The kitchen was to her left, it was small but it was comfortable. The dining-room table, fit for four, was placed in the middle of the kitchen floor. It was surrounded with kitchen counters, all cabinets were painted white, with its surface was marbled with black, sandy, colour. The kitchen wear was neatly hung at one section above a counter near the stove. It created a contrast combining with the black coloured dining-room table.

A light touch on her forearm made she stopped from her peasant ways of gawking. "Please sit," Hunter guided her. "-I'm going to take cream and a band-aid." Haru didn't hesitate and lifting her huge tool of a dress, she sat down and leaned on her back.

Comfy. She breathed out.

It occurred to her that she could sleep sitting on the sofa, the sofa's fabric was soft, probably cotton, and with some pillows, and her makeup off, she would sleeping now. His fast footstep made her sit straight.

In Hunter's hand, he held an aid kit. Haru stared at him, walking to her. He kneeled on the floor beside her, and tilted his head, smiling at her. He gave her enough space to make sure she didn't feel overwhelmed by him, which she thanked him in her heart. The boy she married looked exhausted after he talked to some, old, Japanese man in the ballroom. He barely talked when they walked together to his house.

"Your feet-"

"What?"

"I need to see your blistered feet."

Haru almost chuckled. "It's just a small blister. I don't think it needs treatment even." She debated while trying to prove her stamen by quickly removed her heels. She moaned in pain.

"Small blisters, huh?" Hunter grabbed slowly her ankle and examined her injuries. Her right feet was red on her ankle and the side of her toe. Some of its skin tore opened. Hunter opened the aid kid and grabbed hold on a cream. A cream for blisters, actually.

While applying the cream, he said, "You don't wear high heels that often, huh?"

"I barely wear them. Not from morning till night." Haru simply answered. She bent down to see him applying the cream on her. She could smell his strong, musky cologne. She flushed. They were so close to each other now. He was applying the cream to her.