Chapter 20 - Hard to Explain

Chapter 20: Hard to Explain

What was I afraid of?

Well, it was hard to explain.

I was afraid of everything, which had nothing to do with my “adulthood”. Maybe I was afraid of losing what I owned now. Let me tell you about it simply.

While I came to this house, I was eight years old, when I remembered everything and could make a judgment on what was going on. I cherished everything I had felt in this house and about my dad. Even if I didn’t have such a delusion, I would be afraid of losing them.

I did hope to get my dad’s response.

At the same time, I wanted to keep peace of our family.

If I lost both of them, I would be scared. I would not be willing to or allowing it.

That was it.

Alas, speaking of it, it seemed this post became meaningful again.

Speaking out of my problems and puzzles were the value of this post, weren’t it?

But it was so sad a topic. There was another thing I wanted to share with you.

Today, there was actually a happy thing, that was, I attended a wedding. It was a wedding of my dad’s business partner, who was also his friend.

At least, this man treated my dad as a friend, or he wouldn’t invite my dad to the wedding.

He was also a second-rich generation and young talent, very close to my dad’s age. Having struggled with his parents for many years, this marriage was finally allowed and blessed by them. And it was a gay marriage.

It was indeed a romantic and warm story. Let me tell you about it.

This couple would be called as A and B.

A, my dad’s friend, was closeted. Before he met B, his plan was to marry a woman whom he had no feelings for. And it preferably to be a business marriage, then he could live as he liked for the rest of his life.

I knew some people disagreed with this view, but that’s others’ business. They indeed thought that as for the business marriage between the president and the general manager, there would not be injustice.

Such a life was about to begin.

As a result, on a blind date, B, the escort of the woman A was gonna marry, was attracted by A.

B liked A so much. And he finally won A’s heart with pursuing him for a year.

Did you think the escort was a cool president like my dad?

Not at all.

With a baby face, he spoke with a doll voice although he was nearly 30 years old. And he had such quick wit.

Even I tried to tease him and make him mad.

When they were together, A was 25 years old and B was 24.5. At that time, they wanted to get married, which was disapproved by A’s parents. They thought B was a demon who wanted them to die without descendants.

B’s family was not as rich as A’s family. What was more, A’s parents had written cheques for B to leave their son.

You can imagine the plot just like the idol drama.

Then, B took the check to start a company.

Now, that company had expanded from an 80-square studio to a whole floor office in the center area, with an estimated value of $3 billion.

At the beginning of this year, he ran to A’s house with the valuation report and said, “I am gonna be 30 years old this October. I must marry B before it. If we can’t get married, A will never marry anyone else in his life.”

His words made A’s families laugh. Finally, A’s mom agreed, “For so many years, although you are richer than before, you are like a child. You are a good boy. I approve your marriage just as I had one more son.”

As a result, A and B went abroad for marriage certificates in June.

Before the wedding, this affair had been noised. However, the wedding was simple, even plain. They just booked a western-style garden restaurant in the center of the city, and the wedding was held in a closed style. Not too many people attended it. In their words, all of them were their “best friends”.

My dad was funny too, calling A as “a son of a bitch whom he had just worked with for several times”. Well, it was quite special for him to call a person son of bitch. In fact, this time he came back specially for this wedding.

And he took me to this wedding.

This was the first time he took me to a wedding.

And it was such a special wedding. I didn’t know what he was thinking about.

Then, perhaps for he was happy, he drank a lot, not choosing the varieties or taste.

Did you know that? He was picky about drinking. The white wine should be soft enough, which would not make him drunk at first. If he drank red wine, he would be picky about the production areas and varieties of the grape. If it was sparkling wine, he was picky about techniques of winemaking.

However, such a man went for a spree paying no attention to what kind of wine he had drunk.

And he didn’t cry when he finished drinking.

I could only think that he was in a good mood today.

Then, it was me who drove the car today.

Now, he was sleeping, And I was holding the cell phone in front of his bed to send this post.

Generally speaking, at this point, I should say: “If time stops at this moment, just the two of us, what more can I ask for?”

Right??

[Giggle][Giggle][Giggle]