Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty
Later in the afternoon, the three of us went to the hot spring. Harry and Kaya had a dad-and-son time, while I stayed in the female's hot spring, enjoying the relaxing lukewarm water. It's humid around here.
A few moments later, a beautiful lady went into the hot spring. She looked familiar with her cascading straight blonde hair, fair skin, golden eyes, a pointed nose, and a sexy body. She's wearing her bathing suit: a matching red bra and thong. She's also wearing a bracelet of beads on her wrist.
"Woah, this is nice," she said as she dipped her legs in the water. Her eyes travelled towards me. She looked at me for a while and asked. "Georgia? Is that you?"
It took me a while to recognize her. It was none other than Jessica, Harry's ex-fiancée. I blushed as I remembered the past. I stood up and was about to leave, but she stopped me.
"Wait! Did I do something wrong?" She asked.
I looked back and smiled. The truth is, she didn't do anything wrong. I just didn't want to reconnect with people in the past. "Not really."
"Why won't you sit here for a while and chat with me?" she suggested, gesturing for me to sit beside her.
"Okay." I sat down beside her. There's nothing wrong with chatting.
"So, tell me, how are you and Harry?" She asked in a very straightforward manner.
"We're married, and we have a son," I replied.
"Oh! I didn't know that. Congratulations, by the way. You look mature now; you were just a girl the last time I saw you. You and Harry are truly meant for each other," she said.
"Yeah." I tried to smile, though I didn't really want to think about the past. "A lot of things happened. How about you? I didn't know you were moving here."
"No, I'm actually not. I'm only vacationing here, you know, to relax after all the busy days and nights at work," she replied. "If you're asking me how I am, I'm fine, though I just broke up with my boyfriend."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know—"
"It's okay; it's not your fault. If only I didn't leave Harry. Leaving him was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn't know I could never find someone like him again. If only I were better—" I could sense the guilt and regret in her tone. "But it's too late now. You're married and have a boy. I shouldn't interfere with your lives."
I remained silent, processing the things she just said. I remembered those days when Harry cried over her. He wasn't even sleeping at night, thinking about her. I think what she did to him was cruel. I was like the one who healed Harry from the wounds she left.
Jessica wiped her tears. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't cry and act like a victim. I'm the one who left him, so I have to accept the consequences," she said, standing up. "I have to go now, Georgia. It's nice meeting you here, by the way."
"Um. It's nice to meet you too," I replied, watching her walk out the door. I sighed. I didn't expect her to say those words and cry. After all these years, she's still thinking about Harry and regrets her actions. Isn't that too much?
Am I supposed to be sad or jealous about what she said? I thought we could finally leave the past in the past, where it belongs, but seeing Jessica here brings back a lot of memories, and some of them are negative things.
We moved to this city all the way from South Carolina, with a fresh perspective and to create new moments, not to relive the old ones. Or maybe I'm looking at it from the wrong point of view. Jessica didn't seem to come back here to ruin our lives; besides, Harry and I are already married, and we have a kid.
I stood up and stepped outside. I saw Harry at the wooden corridor, holding Kaya's hand while talking to Jessica. Damn. I don't know why, but I still feel jealous seeing them. Despite all the years that had gone by, they still looked perfect for each other.
"Mommy!" Kaya exclaimed when he saw me. His father let him go, and he ran towards me.
"Don't run, little boy," I said.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Kaya replied.
I hugged him and held his hand before approaching Harry and Jessica. I know there are some things they wanted to talk about, and I got to give them some space, so I brought Kaya to our room.
"Who's that lady, Mother?" Kaya asked.
I didn't want to lie to our little boy, but I don't think he'd understand if I told him some adult stuff, so I said, "She's an old friend of your dad."
"Really?" Kaya asked.
"Yeah."
"She's beautiful."
"I know."
"But you're more beautiful than her."
"I doubt that."
It's been almost a decade since the last time we saw each other, but I couldn't believe that Jessica never looked older. She only becomes sexier and hotter, unlike me. I didn't grow taller at all, only whiter and chubbier. Sometimes I even wonder why Harry chose to marry me despite my looks.
"Why are you sad?" Kaya asked, looking at me as I removed the cap of the bottled water.
I didn't expect Kaya to ask me that. He's just a little boy, but he already can read people's emotions. I didn't want to lie to him either. I smiled and said, "Don't worry, little boy. I'm not sad. There's no reason for me to be sad."
"But you are," he insisted. "Tell me, Mom, did someone hurt you? I'll punch those who hurt you and make their nose bleed."
"Oh please don't say that, little boy. That's bad." I squeezed his cute face and handed him the bottle. "Here. Drink this and no more questions."
Kaya took the bottle of water and gulped it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on my clothes. Then, I dried my hair before helping Kaya change clothes.
A few moments later, Harry went inside. He's just wearing his blue bathing suit. So hot. He sighed as he approached the suitcase, opened it, and took a white towel. He dried himself off before changing clothes. "So, how's the hot spring, my dear?" he asked, squeezing my shoulder, giving me a little massage.
"Good." I moved away from him.
He sighed. "I think we should go home." He looked at Kaya. "Do you want to go home, Kaya?"
"Can we eat something?" Kaya asked. "I'm starving."
"We will. Let's stop at the restaurant before going home," Harry replied. He gathered his stuff, put it in the suitcase, and led us outside the place.
We rode in a cab, stopped at the restaurant, and had lunch before going home. Nobody's speaking. We were all silent. That kind of silence that tells us we have a lot of things to say to each other but are holding ourselves back, as we don't want to hurt each other's feelings, so we choose to stay silent.