"Hmm. Until now I still do not know why," was all I said, hoping that he won't ask another question.
I felt him shift in his seat.
"But Silas, that's impossible."
His voice sounded like far away, and it really made me feel so small.
"I can't give you a concrete answer for now, Jonas."
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't describe it, the feelings Painting make me feel."
There was a pause, and a sigh.
"Goodnight, Jonas," I said at length, as I stood up. "I'm sorry."
I then turned my back away from him, proceeding to the bedroom. Footsteps were heard, suddenly, from behind me. I then continued walking to my bedroom and shut the door as soon as I stepped inside.
As I slumped my head onto the pillows, I closed my eyes, suppressing the guilt and tears.
God, I must be such a fool.
***
11am. I woke up late. I had slept with misery troubling my insides, and with that I had forgotten to set my alarm clock. I even forgot to cook and bake for Jonas! I rushed out of the sheets, out of my room, and into the kitchen --- only to find Jonas preparing the drinks and the food. I was standing infront of him in shock and humiliation.
Then I noticed Jonas smiling at me.
"Good morning, Silas," he said, while mixing a glass of iced tea. "Why don't you take a bath while I take care of our brunch?"
I was speechless. At that moment I wanted to hide.
He let out a playful chuckle as he placed his hands onto my shoulders to turn me around, then pushed me to the direction of the bathroom.
"Don't worry about me, " he then said as he pushed me all the way to the bathroom. "I can manage."
Jonas finally pushed me inside the bathroom and said something as he left me, "Let me take care of our brunch this time!"
Minutes into my bath, something crossed my mind: what made Jonas prepare everything for us after I had offended him last night?
Well, after all, Jonas is a good person. But even if he's a good person, it still wasn't nice to offend him.
***
"Hey, um, I'm gonna enroll today, Silas --- "
Jonas told me that as he prepared the table for us. I tried to help him but he wouldn't let me help. Instead he made me sit.
"--- aren't you supposed to go to school today?"
I shook my head in reply. "I'm already late for my class."
A pause. The next thing my eyes saw is that Jonas had rested his chin on his hands, his eyes fixed on me in a thoughtful manner.
"I---I---I---"
"Hmm?" Jonas interrupted.
I felt my muscles tense up. I had to actually avert my gaze and bow my head down. He's killing me with his charm!
"Silas, what's wrong?" he asked, still doing the charm thing.
'I feel uncomfortable," I replied, almost whispering.
Jonas cocked an eyebrow. "Uncomfortable?"
"Uncomfortably shy," I replied, biting my lip.
He then grinned as his hands were now laid onto the table. "Silas, you're always like that."
"You know me, I get too shy when I'm being looked at."
Jonas chuckled. "Yeah, I know. It makes me smile."
Whoa.
"Hahahaha. C'mon let's eat now."
The meal Jonas prepared for brunch is absolutely colorful and fragrant. The theme for today's brunch is Asian: noodles, rice, vegetables, dumplings, salads, and stir-fry. What's surprising is that it's delicious! Back in the day when we were touring a lot, Jonas never spent time in the kitchen or preparing food. He was always seen dabbling with instruments, talking to fans and reporters. He does that routine with Bo and Johan. I'm always at the kitchen preparing food, tidying up the gig space, doing instrument checklists, among other things besides drumming.
Jonas' cooking made me forget about last night.
"This one's tasty," I said, referring to the yakisoba noodles hanging lose on my chopsticks.
Jonas smiled. "I appreciate that! Thanks, Silas."
"Thank you, too." I said as I continued eating.
