Our eyes catch each other, he is stun for pause for a moment, and then he rush toward me, with his tiny body, easy for him to slide along among the crowds. He hold me and stay for a few moments, I put my arm around him. I miss him.
“..i thought tomorrow is your arrival? How come you’re here already?..” a question that I am afraid to be asked.
“..hi Baby, I know, but tomorrow you were working half a day, so I thought after your working finished we can be together, and longer too..” I smile at him, but I notice someone who is following him is standing close by.
“..oh ya, let me introduce you to my friend..” I feel relieve when he said ‘friend’
“..hi Daddy I want you meet Gerhard..” he said introducing both of us. We shake hand. He got a firm handshake, from my short observation, I think he is 10 year younger than I am, not a local from what my eyes catch, but I am not sure from where he actually. He have this mixture of faces, you can’t really tell from where a person comes from.
“..and this is Dani..” someone coming towards me, this one is an Asian guy, short, and dress very well.
We move upstairs, to be less noise since there were four of us, so we can have a conversation easier. I am about to have my third drink. My Baby get the same one like mine, the couple that I just met, order something else, I can’t remember what. I was busy with my own thought. About how to explain to about my early arrival, I think being honest is best. And hopefully he understand my way of thinking as well.
“..so you two work and live in here?..” I start a question
“..no, not the two of us, I am working in here, he is on his holiday in here, an unexpect extended holiday..” he explain, the local guy smile and his eyes were looking at the door. So they were on the opposite of our relationship, I am the one on holiday on the contrary.
Every relationship must have its own challenges, and we need to overcome those challenges to actually make it through. And I believe, the other couple I met, they have their own baggage or arrangement they carry. But at the moment, I am just happy to see my Baby.
The next day, we decide to go hit the beach a little closer to the sunset, since we got back from the club last night, we spend most of our time in bed, snuggling, cuddling and kissing. He looks so happy, as happy as I am. Turn out, it was a public holiday, so he don’t have to leave to the city to work, we went out for breakfast and lunch, and then continuing going to our room. To have more close moments to each other, those 4 months apart, got us not wanted to be separate too long.
I explain to him about the reason why I did tell him that I arrive one day later, it is to me to spend more time with him. And he nodded, understood.
His friends who I met last night, he said he was living and work in here, the other one is a guy who has a crush, and decide to extend his holiday to spend his time together. They live in the same house. A little more complicated because the foreigner is not interested to the local one, not more than just a friend.
To my bit of sense, after what I am going through these past 4 months, I think he is trying to look for similarities from his past, which he cannot find to this new one. Understandable, knowing and loving someone change us, and it goes without us realizing it. It strange such a feeling toward someone that actually change our preferences and what we are looking for.
We got a table on closer to the beach, the sun is about to set, he sit on my right side, there was a couch for two. Our beer comes not long after we order.
I hold his hand, he look at me and then smile. It was just like the two of us, we don’t care about others customers, they must be busy with their own thought.
Our hand were holding, his tighten his hold on my hand, the feeling that he doesn’t want to let it go. I look at him, smiling.
“..i love you Baby..” I whisper.
“..i love you too Daddy..” he reply.
The sun is shine its gold and orange, about to hide in the edge of the sea. There were two people, in love, and the sun witness, they say love to each other. Smiling.

and there you are, on the right path to describe more intimate without writing porn 🙂 congratulations!
Do google for “chicken Gordon blue” though.
thank you, i’m trying to make a connecting stories between those articles weekly.
the wrong spelling? ya, did not see that coming. hehe.. changing to its true, will not make it relate to the color anymore. any idea how?
chicken Cordon Bleu, my darling 🙂
noted and revised, i reread the post, turn out i didn’t relate it. thank you for pointing it out.
ah when it comes to culinary terms, I can be a pain in the ass hahaha
haha, not to worry, i though i relate the name of the food with something else, but is not, so changing the name doesn’t affect the writing. hehe.. always good to be corrected, so i know where did i mistyped it. 😀
how are you anyway?
we are enjoying Phuket ((Thailand) for the moment. You have the link to google+, right?
i do, the same album as the last one, correct? don’t see other new updates. hehe
https://goo.gl/photos/6ySkya6RmcozFbSS6