Until I Met You

2. Thirteen Years Later

"One"

Ishan's POV

What a dream. It's been thirteen years since my dad died and I still see his face in my sleep saying goodbye for the last time.

I wanted to dream of him in another scenario. Like maybe him sending me to my kindergarten with a smile on his face. Like him cooking for me and mom and he would pick me up and let me help in the kitchen. Like him laughing with my mom as they watch a movie I didn't quite understand.

So many other memories yet I only dream of the saddest one. I feel like crap every time I wake up from the same dream. I won't tell my mother because I don't want him to worry.

He misses him terribly and I feel my heart sink whenever I hear him cry alone. He doesn't know that I know.

Darn it.

It's a school day and I need to get up and face my remaining months in high school. It's like hell in there. A boring hell.

I go to Khumpai Integrated School. It has primary to high school in it. It's an institution for rich kids. So yes, a hell. A boring hell.

My godfather Alexander Vongvanich sponsors my education. And he wanted the best for me. I am very grateful. My mom is too. He never made us feel indebted. If anything my mom got tired of him thanking us for accepting his offer to live in this apartment building we are in.

My mom is an omega. His name is Arthur Rakthum. He was married to my now deceased father, Mekhin Rakthum.

My father passed away thirteen years ago from a gunshot wound after a couple of kidnappers resisted arrest in one of his jobs.

My father is a hero.

He saved a baby from his abductors. He saved the mother as well. This baby is Boon Vongvanich. My godfather's youngest son of three.

My mother and I never resented the fact that the head of our family met his end saving an innocent child. We have always been proud of him. He loved his job. And we love him.

We always will.

So, who am I?

My name is Ishan Rakthum. Almost eighteen years old senior high school student. Omega.

I don't go around telling people that. More than a few think I am an alpha. Given my boyish looks, my hot headedness, my smarts, and my athletic abilities.

People also think I am a Vongvanich illegitimate child. The Vongvanichs come from a very long line of alpha bloodline.

I do of course ignore the people's false assumptions. I have better things to waste my saliva on. Like teaching little kids at the local preschool my mother works at part time. His main job is as an administrator of the building we live in.

Kids are cute. And fun. I always wanted to have a little brother or sister but that didn't happen. I am lucky that my mom is a teacher. I get to assist her once in a while.

"You done thinking deeply while getting ready, Ishi?" My mother's head peeked at my door as I finished buttoning up my white shirt.
I was getting ready actually. And now I am done. Woopie!

Note the sarcasm. Because yes. I am not excited to go to school.

"Yes, mom. I am done." I picked up my backpack before kissing my mother good morning and we headed to the kitchen.

"Don't fake a smile early in the morning. I know my cooking still sucks." My mom is pouty after I acted like I liked his eggplant omelet.

It's salty.