Chapter 18 : Him

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The trees were swaying. The breeze were cold and moderately strong. A bird was sitting on the swaying tree to take a rest. Maybe it was flying to find food for its babies. The breeze blew from north west to the south east. Eugene was zoning out at balcony of his room. Thinking about his situation with Aaron. He knew that he had done something stupid. He tried to chat Aaron.

Eugene : Aaron.. Please reply me..
Eugene : Please believe me..
Eugene : I promise I will be honest to you.

No reply. Not even a bluetick. He put his phone in his denim jeans' pocket and continued to zone out. He stared at the trees. Looking downhearted. He felt like a betrayer to his own relationship. Aaron had the right to be mad at him. Suddenly, a warm hand was patting his back. " Are you okay dear ?" a middle aged lady asked Eugene. Eugene sighed. He turned to the lady while his eyes were looking at the floor. He looked miserable.

He gave a sudden cry in front of the lady. " Aww darling ! Why are you crying ?" the lady proceeded to give the man a warm hug. They slowly moved inside the room and sat on the King-sized bed with a blue starry bed sheet. " Tell me, what hurt you ?" the lady tried to find out the cause of the heartbroken. Eugene remained with his silent cry. He didn't know how to tell the lady.

" Is it about a boy you like ?" the lady seemed like she knew Eugene so much. Eugene looked at the lady with his sobbing eyes. " Mom ... I did something that hurt him and myself.." he sobbed. The lady is his mother. She knew that Eugene is gay. She don't mind at all because no matter what, Eugene is still her son. She loves her children. She just need to be supportive and her children's happiness is her main priority.

" Dear, things happened the way they are. Even though we planned for the perfect life, things happened along the way. Nothing is perfect, Eugene," his mom said softly while Eugene was leaning on her shoulder. The lady, Mrs. Jen, hugged Eugene with her warm heart. Eugene was still in tears. " What should I do mom ?" Eugene's shaky voice asked his mom. " Well, you two should let each other cool down. After things have cooled down, then go talk to him," Mrs. Jen advised her poor child.

" Now you can stop crying. I don't want to see my son cry. Stop it okay ?" the lady held Eugene's face softly and looked at his teary sorrowful eyes. She wiped the tears of grief and proceeded to hug the poor child. Eugene felt better. He could feel the warmness of his mom's heart. His mom always be there for him to talk to. " Okay, I'm going to cook. What do you want ?" Mrs. Jen asked her child.

" Anything you cook is delicious, mom," Eugene slowly looked at his mom's eyes. Mrs. Jen smiled and said, " If like that, I will cook chicken curry for you.. I know you love curry !" Mrs. Jen got up while said that. She walked to the door and went out. Before she shut the door, she peeked through a two inch space before the door closed to see Eugene. She was worried of her son. He had broken heart before and it was a nightmare for her as her two sons bickered about the issue.

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Aaron was already at the lobby, waiting for Ryan. His flight was at 3:45 pm and it was half past 12. He looked around. Looking for something or someone. Someone who gave him a special kiss. Something that make him felt better. He still have the room card key in his hand. He wanted to personally check out and hand it to Pete. But Pete was no where to be seen. Usually he would be standing behind the reception counter. Not today.

Aaron kept on looking around with his luggage beside him. " Who are you looking for ?" Ryan asked out of nowhere. Aaron looked at Ryan with his girlfriend were standing beside him. " Err.. No one.. " Aaron stammered. " Then, let's go. Have you checked out ?" Ryan asked the young man. " Here let me help you guys to check out," Nancy took the card keys from Ryan and Aaron. She was already in  her working uniform. Exactly the same uniform as the receptionist at the counter. Aaron was puzzled.

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