Stumbled In Love [Complete]

Special Chapter 4.

"Is Arthit up yet?"

"Oh, Kong? You are early. Also good morning to you."

"Hmmm...yeah...morning...morning...so where is Arthit again?"

My head turning left to right in search of the man as I sat down on the dining table across from my parents, picking up an apple slice and popping it in my mouth. My mom busy chopping fruits before the girls descended down for breakfast, while dad was as usual hidden behind his laptop screen. A quick glance at the watch telling me it was just the right time for Arthit to make an appearance down. Timing his entrance perfectly to coincide with  all my sisters, making sure he wasn't getting stuck having too many alone moments with me.

And keeping aside for a moment that I was probably bursting with sexual frustration at having had not more than a couple stolen kisses from my boyfriend in the past 10 days, it was also immensely entertaining watching him blush neon red everytime I laced my fingers in between his. Or how he chewed his lower lip a little extra adorably whenever I dropped a quick peck on his cheek. At least he wasn't running away like a headless chicken when I came next to him any more.

I swear that brain on top of the man's head is one complex maze I will take decades to decipher. I mean someone explain to me how does one go from barely containing their excitement about a trip we have been planning for over two months now but then instantly transforming into the definition of the word shy the moment he actually lands on the airport.

"He went by your place to surprise you. I guess the boy finally managed to gather up his courage to spend the day with you alone. Congratulations, looks like it might be your lucky day."

"Wait he went to my place? Why didn't you tell me sooner."

Pouncing up to my feet, my chest bursting with excitement, I swung around towards the exit when my mum called out behind me again.

"He went to your favorite bakery first."

"Bakery? Why?"

"To get you breakfast of course."

"He went there by himself?"

"Yup."

"What? Why would you let him go alone?"

"Cause I'm not in the business of telling a grown ass man what and what not to do."

"But mom he doesn't know this place. Or the language. Or his way around. What if he gets lost?"

And while I was freaking out thinking about the worst case scenario about Arthit roaming hopelessly around the roads of a strange land while I was unable to get to him when he actually needed me, all my mom did was give a nonchalant shrug as she continued chopping up more apples.

Racing towards the door, now more so with intense panic rather than excitement I hurried towards the bakery. I have spent more than enough hours of my life in the past year constantly worrying about Arthit knowing that too many miles separated us if ever needed me. Hating the fact that at times I felt almost helpless sitting in another country obsessing over days I knew he had struggled and I was no where near him to be of any use.

The worry, the guilt, the loneliness had been the hardest part of our separation but now that we were finally this close I had absolutely no intention of feeling that way as I hurried my steps to catch up to the man currently making a lone trip in a foreign land for the sole reason of wanting to pick up some breakfast for me.

Except rounding up the corner my feet automatically came to a stop as I noticed him only a few paces ahead of me. His cane tapping rhythmically as he set one foot ahead of the next carefully, while still being rather engrossed on the ongoing phone call.