Part VI
Beijing, a very big city. When we landed and taxied I am still trying to save someone's life. Gun Ge gave me the support I need to balance my body. Wondering if I didn't there what would that be. My heart still trembling from the experience. My legs still wobbling from the effort I did to stay up and keep pumping her chest. And I know that Kun Ge's hands are still shaking from when he put his arms bracing the sides of the chair, steadying me. I told the paramedics about the exact time I started administering the CPR. They also change my pad and tube with the new one, as rules stated to replace used instruments. I handed over my license card and they jotted down the number and validity. Embarking the plane, I know we are consider lucky. Seeing those strong winds pounding outside the building. Kun Ge asks me to collect our luggage while he retrieve his car. He will wait for me at the exit gate. Our luggage was collected by the airlines ground crew because we were the last passengers to retrieve the luggage. And they assigned one crew to wait for me to collect. I was handed over with letter from the airline, and even got a goodie bag. Profusely, the airline rep saying their gratefulness for me to help the situation.
I ask Kun Ge to stop at the nearest supermarket from his home. Need to buy some ingredients for tonight's dinner. When I ask him what he has at home, he says that he don't know. Choosing some meat, and vegetables I plan to make simple dishes. Also buy rice, spices, sauces and some fruits. Hope that he has rice cooker, pots and pans I need. Knives, I have my own. Tucked nicely at the bottom of my luggage. I put my groceries inside the car while Kun Ge talking with someone. Finishing his conversation he starts the engine.
"Ge, can I talk to you something?"
"Okay, I will listen."
"Are you expecting me to be virgin?"
"Are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Expecting the same?" At that time our conversation stopped because we had reached his apartment building. I bring my groceries bag to the kitchen while Kun Ge put the luggage into his room. I knock his door and since it was open push it wider. I see my trunk is there. Not wanting to interrupt his phone conversation, I go outside and sitting at the sofa.
While waiting I text my mom, saying that I had arrived and now already home. My heart pounding uncontrollable while my hands are lifeless. To ease my nervousness I venture to see his collection of pictures. Then moving outside to the balcony. He is still inside his room.
"Lian." He calls from behind. I go inside and closing the door.
"Ge, you have nice view from here." I say, hiding my awkwardness. He lead me to the sofa.
"Are you okay?" He asks. Holding my hands in his lap, playfully he touch the ring on my finger.
"What time do you want to have dinner?" Answering his question. He put his lips near my ear, and whispering a question. Blushing, I just bob my head a little. He laugh seeing me blushing. He planted a kiss on my head, and tapping my hand he take his cigarette and lighting one. I take mine, and lighting one as well. In the midst of smoke that swirling in front of us, we are taken back to our own mind. I left him at the sofa, and heading to the room. I take my toiletries bag into bathroom and start to clean my light make up. He follows me. He stand behind me and look me through the mirror. He put me next to washbasin. Sitting there, waiting for his next move.
"I am not going to take you if you are not ready." I put my head in his shoulder, feeling relieve.
I cook dinner for us after unpacking my luggage. Retrieving my knives bag from the bottom. I plan to cook one soup, one meat stir fry and one vegetables. Supposed to be enough.
"Ge, do you want anything else?" I ask when he is back to the kitchen after shower.
"Do you have other?"
"Fish?" Noting the pomfret I still have inside the fridge. He nods. He opens one bottle of wine and let
it breath for a while. After putting everything on the table and waiting for my steam fish to be ready, I dash to the bathroom. I can hear the soft music he play on. Collection of several Chinese artists. He
hand me over a glass of wine. Clicking our glasses, I sip a little before I take the fish out from steamer. We spend dinner, talking about his next concert in Beijing next week. I hope I can go. Nodding his approval of my cooking, he ate like he is famished. Only one little complain. The rice is need more water. I don't know the rice I use, because it's different than the one I used in Seoul.
"I like softer rice. Not because that you can't cook." He says. I offer for some fruits if he wants. Strawberry and grapes. After cleaning the table and washing the plates, I join him at the sofa. Seeing one of talent show. He used to be one of the judges. But this year he opts to sit out as he is having the tour concerts. I lean my head onto his left shoulder, and he put his arms around me. Bringing me lay down. His kiss is so soft, and his touch to my back make me shudders. Venturing furthermore, he starts to touch. Nothing rush, nothing harsh. Only delicate hands.
Continuing for part VII
"Lian." He calls from behind. I go inside and closing the door.
"Ge, you have nice view from here." I say, hiding my awkwardness. He lead me to the sofa.
"Are you okay?" He asks. Holding my hands in his lap, playfully he touch the ring on my finger.
"What time do you want to have dinner?" Answering his question. He put his lips near my ear, and whispering a question. Blushing, I just bob my head a little. He laugh seeing me blushing. He planted a kiss on my head, and tapping my hand he take his cigarette and lighting one. I take mine, and lighting one as well. In the midst of smoke that swirling in front of us, we are taken back to our own mind. I left him at the sofa, and heading to the room. I take my toiletries bag into bathroom and start to clean my light make up. He follows me. He stand behind me and look me through the mirror. He put me next to washbasin. Sitting there, waiting for his next move.
"I am not going to take you if you are not ready." I put my head in his shoulder, feeling relieve.
I cook dinner for us after unpacking my luggage. Retrieving my knives bag from the bottom. I plan to cook one soup, one meat stir fry and one vegetables. Supposed to be enough.
"Ge, do you want anything else?" I ask when he is back to the kitchen after shower.
"Do you have other?"
"Fish?" Noting the pomfret I still have inside the fridge. He nods. He opens one bottle of wine and let
it breath for a while. After putting everything on the table and waiting for my steam fish to be ready, I dash to the bathroom. I can hear the soft music he play on. Collection of several Chinese artists. He
hand me over a glass of wine. Clicking our glasses, I sip a little before I take the fish out from steamer. We spend dinner, talking about his next concert in Beijing next week. I hope I can go. Nodding his approval of my cooking, he ate like he is famished. Only one little complain. The rice is need more water. I don't know the rice I use, because it's different than the one I used in Seoul.
"I like softer rice. Not because that you can't cook." He says. I offer for some fruits if he wants. Strawberry and grapes. After cleaning the table and washing the plates, I join him at the sofa. Seeing one of talent show. He used to be one of the judges. But this year he opts to sit out as he is having the tour concerts. I lean my head onto his left shoulder, and he put his arms around me. Bringing me lay down. His kiss is so soft, and his touch to my back make me shudders. Venturing furthermore, he starts to touch. Nothing rush, nothing harsh. Only delicate hands.
Continuing for part VII
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