His Spring Symphony

Chapter Thirty Three: Extraordinary Night, Mundane Morning

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HARU

He wasn't hurt. So they went straight home. Hunter insisted about it.

They didn't talk on the way home as Hunter took a nap of Haru's shoulder. She kept thinking about Samuel. How he was the one who touched her, who mocked her when she was tied up on a chair, crying her eyes out. The police didn't manage to catch him at the country club and it made her worried about Sasha, that she texted her right after getting into the car.

Shasha loved Samuel, even their whole relationship was odd. She knew that Samuel, or Ash, whatever his name was, loved her too, Haru wasn't aware how much, but she knew that their relationship was real at some point. Shasha texted her back a few minutes after. Haru let out a breath of relieved. It was good that Shasha was out of the country, visiting her extended family in New Zealand. As it was a perfect time that she was away.

Then, her mind shifted to Nijiiro and Hunter when they swaggered from the country club. How both of them looked both exhausted and defeated. How she noticed there was blood on Hunter's suit but it wasn't his and how battered Nijiiro looked.

She didn't dare to ask what happened at the country club. As long both of them weren't hurt, especially him, it was enough for her.

They arrived in the one-floor penthouse with no sound, only the sound of shuffling feet and the sound of a water pipe turned on.

"Hunter." Haru slowly called her husband from the wardrobe room. Sipping a glass of water, Hunter came with his suit already on his arm. "Yes, babe?" He asked after swallowing.

It has been a few days since their date in Cooney Island and Haru still shivered when he called her 'babe' or 'baby'. She felt tingly all over.

"Um... can you sit here please?" Haru gestured to the chair where Hunter always sit when he was wearing his shoes. Hunter placed the glass of water on the display table and his suit on the arm of the chair, obeying her.

"There's dirt on side of your face." Haru explained and slowly sweep the dirt on his face with the damp towel she took from the bathroom. "Let me..." Haru was engrossed at cleaning his face that she lightly followed Hunter when he tugged her arm to sit on his lap.

"There's a little bit left." Haru was about to go off but Hunter wrapped her waist. Now she couldn't move and they were so close. She sat still and busying herself, carefully wiping the dirt. Hunter was losing weight, his eyes were more sunken than she remembered and he looked calmer, softer, younger too. His hair was a mess from the brawl in the country club. It wasn't a lie that she was worried about him after Nijiiro dragged her away. Despite he knew how to defend himself, she didn't want him to get hurt.

"Wait a sec." He said to her when she was finished cleaning and tried to get up. They were staring at each other. Hunter took the cloth from Haru and it was his turn to clean her face. Haru kept quiet, it was not like her makeup was gonna wipe off with a cloth dipped in water. Hunter chuckled like he read her mind. "I'm not wiping your makeup off." He said and stared at her lips. "Just your lips..." He slowly wiped her lipstick off.

"You look beautiful tonight..." he confessed. Haru just merely nodded. "You too." She said. Hunter chuckled again. He threw the cloth on the floor and his went to touched her jaw and slowly, went up to touched her still red lips.

"I love you." Hunter said and went to kiss her nose. Haru closed her eyes. "And I mean it when I said it." His mouth moved to her neck, slowly kissing down to her collarbone.