Chapter Eighty-three
Harry looked me in the eyes; the lamp on the ledge above my head was reflected in his eyes. "I love you, Georgia," he said, and before I could respond, he brought his lips to mine, open, hard, and moist.
I moaned. "Harry, stop..."
But he didn't stop and continued kissing me down my neck. I struggled underneath his big arms and steel-hard muscles. His hands clasped my hands, making me unable to move.
"You're mine, darling," he said.
"I'm yours. You don't have to ravish me," I gave up.
He laughed like a little kid before moving beside me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
"It's okay. Why won't you go to sleep instead? You have work, and Kaya has a class tomorrow. We'll have to wake up early," I said.
"Right." Harry kissed my forehead. "Good night, darling."
"Good night," I replied.
I closed my eyes and tried to get some rest. A lot of things happened today. It was like riding a roller coaster. I felt different kinds of emotions, such as happiness, sadness, joy, sorrow, and jealousy—both negative and positive. I wonder what's going to happen tomorrow.
The next day, I woke up to the sounds of the alarm clock on the cabinet beside me. I groaned as I opened my eyes. I still want to sleep more, but I have to get up and prepare Kaya for school. I turned off the alarm and swung my legs off the bed.
Harry's not on the bed anymore. He's such an early riser. He never changed ever since that day we both lost everything. "The early bird catches the worm" has become his motto. I fixed the bedsheets and pillows and turned off the ventilator before going out.
I stretched my arms and legs a little bit, yawning while entering the kitchen. I drank a glass of water, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before making coffee. Just doing my routine.
"Still sleepy?" Harry asked, giving me a little shoulder massage from the back. He had probably come from jogging. He usually wakes up early just to exercise.
"Yeah," I replied, putting the mug of coffee on the table.
Harry sat down in the chair. "Thanks for the coffee. Why won't you go back to bed?" he suggested. "It's still early. I can prepare breakfast in your stead. Then I'll also send Kaya to school."
"That's so kind of you, but I'm the mother, so it's my job to do that," I said.
"I'm the mother, so it's my job to do that," he imitated like a grumpy boy before sipping his coffee.
"Are you teasing me?" I asked.
"I'm just being considerate. You're always doing everything on your own—"
"Hep... Shouldn't I be the one to tell you that? You're the one who's always doing everything on your own, Harry. This is the least I can do as a mother and as your wife, so let me do it, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied like an obedient kid.
Harry and I made tamagoyaki, a Japanese omelette, grilled mackerel, and rice for breakfast. A few moments later, Kaya stepped into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Kaya," I greeted him. "Go on, wash your face and brush your teeth, then we'll have breakfast."
Kaya walked towards the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with soap. Then he brushed his teeth with a little toothbrush and a bead of toothpaste. After brushing, he rinsed his teeth and settled down in the chair beside the table.
Harry and I also sat down on the chairs. We were smiling as we watched our little boy do some things on his own. Someday, he'd grow up to be an independent man and live on his own.
After breakfast, we prepared Kaya for school, and then Harry and I brought him there together by foot since it was just nearby and we don't have a car yet. It was Kaya's first time going to Japanese school, and we were there to support him. I reminded him to behave and be friendly.
"Bye, Mom, Dad." Kaya kissed me before going.
"Bye, son. See you later," I replied.
"See you later, Mom and Dad." Kaya waved his hand at us before entering the gate with other students.
"Such an adorable boy." I looked at Harry and saw him smiling beside me. "Why are you smiling?"
"You're always saying that to your son; what about me?" he asked.
"Oh come on, you're not a child. Let's just go home," I nudged him.
"I won't leave here unless you tell me."
"Okay, fine. You're so adorable, my little Harry. Now let's go home."
"Thank you." Harry showed a dazzling smile before holding my hand, and we walked side by side.
We stopped by the mall and went shopping before going home. We bought Japanese clothes for the three of us. Harry wanted to buy a new car, but he was hesitating because he didn't really need it right now.
Our lives had changed since the first day we arrived here. We were no longer afraid of going out. We felt safe, comfortable, and at home—that kind of feeling that we haven't felt for a very long time.
Owari da!