Chapter 5

I was a little nervous when I opened the door. There was Ivan’s angry face. He walked in and sat on the sofa. His body language was gentle but his face was dark.
“Give me an explanation,” he said.
“What’s wrong? Why are you angry now?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what happened in the club. They saw your car outside,” he said.
“I went the club tonight and came back just now. Did anything wrong? I am still on holiday, right? Why couldn’t I go to a club for fun?” I asked like I was really innocent.
“Didn’t you do anything more in there?”
“What did I do? I just drank some cocktails. That was all,” I said.
“Did you see the boy there?” he asked.
“There were a lot of people there. How do I know whether he was there?” I replied.
“I hope you are not lying,” he said and looked at my eyes.
“Do you doubt me now?” I asked.
“I just want to know the truth,” he said in a cold voice.
“I’ve told you everything. To trust me or not is up to you,” I said.
“Don’t disappoint me,” he said not very amicably.
“I never wanted.”
“There are only two hours left of your vacation. Enjoy them.” Ivan left.
I was relieved after Ivan left. I didn’t want to argue with Ivan because of Rex.
The next day I started my work. On the way back to my place, there was a car in front of my apartment. A tall man walked out and over to me.
“Mr. Thomas would like to talk to you for a few minutes; please get in the car,” he said politely.
I got in the car and saw Mr. Thomas was inside. “What can I do for you, Mr. Thomas?” I asked.
“Thank you for saving my son twice,” he said amicably.
“Not at all,” I said.
“Would you like to come to work for me? I’d like you to be Rex’s bodyguard. What do you think?” he asked.
“Both you and Rex are funny. Do you think if I am his bodyguard, he will be safe?” I asked.
“I believe you can protect Rex, don’t you?”
“The best way to ensure his safety is send him abroad or sell out all your property,” I said and gave him a big smile.
“What?” he asked.
“If there is nothing more, I’ll go.” I got out of the car and went into my apartment.
Time went quickly. It was one month later. I went to a port town to relax. I liked the sea. I was relaxed when I saw the beautiful sea and felt the wind from the sea. But I didn’t like the beach, because there were always too many people　and it was too noisy.
Sometimes, I thought that meeting Rex might have been my destiny. We didn’t meet for a month. I didn’t have any news about him that month. However, on that lovely warm afternoon, at my familiar port, I heard his voice again.
“Hi, Lawrence. It’s the first time I can say hi to you when I want,” he said cheerfully. He put his hand on my shoulder and stood next to me.
I replied nothing but gave him a warm smile.
“I haven’t seen you for a month. How are you doing?” he asked.
“Fine. By the way, why are you here?” I was surprised to meet him there. The port was not a popular place. I didn’t often see anyone there.
“I like to sail my yacht to the middle of the sea. My yacht is docked near here,” he replied.
“I see,” I said.
“Would you like to come with me?” he invited.
“It sounds good,” I said.
We got on the yacht. It was a nice yacht. Rex was a skilled sailor. An hour later, his yacht was stopped in the middle of the sea. The beautiful sea was around us.
I sat on the sundeck and looked out at the beautiful sea. The seascape was nicer than I had ever seen. Rex came to sit beside me.
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“I enjoy sitting here to feel the sunlight. It’s comfortable,” I replied.
“The breezes and the fresh air here are my favorite. I’m enjoying this moment, because here is only you and me. If it’s possible, I would like time to stop at this moment. Once we go back, even to say hi is impossible.”
For a while I didn’t say a word. Then I put my right hand on his left softly. “Don’t think too much. Tomorrow is another day.”
Winds blew softly. The air was rich with the smell of the sea. We closed our eyes and enjoyed the sunlight. After a while, he was asleep on my shoulder. I felt comfortable.
The sun was going down. The sea turned purple. I touched him softly. He opened his eyes soon and looked at me very shy.
“I am sorry for falling asleep.” He left my shoulder.
I liked his shy face. It looked very lovely. I shook my head and smiled.
“I will sail back to the port. You can stay here and enjoy the view.” He left.
We arrived at the port an hour later. The sun had gone down　and the sky was dark now.
“Thank you for today. I was very happy,” I said.
“Me too. What about going to my house? I’ll cook for you.” He asked me to get in his car and drove to his private house.
“Wait a moment. I’ll cook now. Do you like spaghetti and borscht? They are my specialty.”
“They are my favorite foods. I can’t wait.” I was waiting for the dinner on the sofa. I remembered that night in the room where he saved me. That was a warm memory for me. “If every day was like today, I would be the luckiest man in the world,” I looked at his back and thought.
Thirty minutes later, there were spaghetti and borscht on the table. They were looked delicious.
“What about having some wine. I have a bottle of good wine.” He put two glasses on the table and opened a bottle.
“Cheers.” We started our dinner.
I tasted some spaghetti first and stopped. “Are you sure you put in salt not sugar?” I asked.
He tasted some but spit it out soon. “I am sorry. It must have been sugar.”
I looked at him and smiled as warmly as I could. “Let’s have some borscht.”
We had some borscht but spit it out the next second. We both laughed. The borscht was too sweet.
I held up the glass and said, “Cheers. As I see it, our dinner is only wine.”
I still remember the taste of the sweet spaghetti and borscht. That day was the sweetest day in our story. Whenever I think of that day, there is always a smile on my face.


— TBC