Chapter 45 The Start of the End? (1/2)
Kyle and Kay were having their last dinner with Master Shifu before they returned back to the dorms. For this occasion, Master Shifu had insisted on doing the cooking. Kind of as a 'sending off' celebration. He shooed them away from the kitchen and forbade them from stepping into it. He had made a line across the entrance with his cane, then used it to point at them, while saying sternly, ”Both of you do NOT cross this line. Not for any reason whatsoever. DO YOU HEAR ME?”
”We hear and obey, oh Master,” Kyle answered, putting his palms together and taking a bow.
”Cheeky brat,” mumbled Master Shifu but when he turned, he smiled. He was going to miss having the two of them in the house. It had been so much more livelier. He sighed, thinking of how it had been before his son had died. It wasn't like this, as he had been so busy with work and hardly came home. When he did, things weren't bad but it wasn't exactly warm like a family setting.
He had loved his wife - and if he was honest, he still did - but he wasn't open about his feelings. Perhaps, if he had been, they wouldn't have divorced. He had taken all the blame and hurt within himself, shutting her out and didn't offer any support to her either. He had failed his son, and through his grief, he had failed her. She was now remarried, and though it had shattered him when he first found out about it, he was truly happy for her.
She deserved someone who could love her the way she should be loved.
He sniffed a bit, blaming the onions he was cutting at that moment. Shaking his thoughts out of the past, he began cooking.
Kyle and Kay were in the living room, ”watching” television. Some sort of movie was on, and they were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. They weren't sitting on the sofa, but chose to sit on the floor and leaned on the sofa.
[How are things, Kyle?] Kay asked, as she snuggled closer to him, leaning on his shoulder. Kyle put an arm around her shoulder, bringing her close and letting her head settle comfortably on him. Kyle knew that Kay had picked up on his unstable emotions that he had been under for the past few days, but she had not asked him then. She waited for him to talk to her, but he guessed she couldn't wait anymore and directly asked him.
[Things are fine, Kay. Don't worry]
[I can't help BUT worry when you shut me out like that] Kay complained, snuggling more into his chest, [don't you trust me?]
Kyle sighed, and kissed the top of her head while rubbing her shoulder [It's not a matter of trust, Kay. You know that I trust you with my life.]
[And you know I'm not talking about you putting your life in my hands, Kyle. Talk to me. You can't just bear it all by yourself]
Kyle leaned back on the sofa, his eyebrows scrunching as an intense car chase scene was shown on television. Tom Cruise was in a car, with his partner, as they rushed to catch a terrorist that had a briefcase controlling device. The television emitted loud crashing sounds and he felt that the sounds reflected the chaos that he was feeling inside.
[There are some things that one just have to bear it by themselves, Kay] Kyle explained, and she listened intently, [If talking about it would help ease the pain, believe me, Kay. You would be the first person I turn to. But right now, it's not a matter of struggling through the feelings but rather, dealing with it.]
He hugged her closer, saying, [Just ... being like this already calms me. That is all I need right now, Kay. Trust me.]
Kay nodded, and they just sat there silently. Neither saying a word and Kay was appeased. She was worried that he didn't want to burden her with his dark thoughts; but now that she knew that it wasn't the case, she was content.
As for Kyle, he breathed in Kay's unique lavender scent and did feel calmer. This bond he had with his sister was so pure and free from any sexual connotations that it felt surreal. They were two pieces of a whole, despite the fact that they weren't identical twins. Their feelings for each other was beyond sibling love, but it wasn't romantic love at all. It was a bond that could never be severed and no one could ever hope to try and come inbetween them.
He wasn't sure if anyone could actually understand that, and he knew that his mother still worried about them. They were worried that they were more than just 'siblings' (which they were, but not in the way their parents thought), or whether their bond would repulse anyone to get close to them. The fact that neither he nor Kay ever showed any interest in anyone made their parent worry even more. So, actually, that was the real reason why they had set the ”get engaged by 18” rule. They wanted to push them to think of people other than each other.
Kyle took a deep breath and sighed. His emotions *was* very unsettled right now and he knew he had to learn to control that better. Kyle was proud of the fact that he can control his emotions pretty well, as he truly wasn't bothered by all the drama and things around. He could handle anything thrown at him ... but don't touch his bottom line. He had four triggers: his sister and kids, his brothers and his parents.
Yes, in that order (sorry Mum and Dad). His eyes narrowed as he thought back of some things, and held Kay tighter.
”Kyle! Kay! Dinner!!” shouted Master Shifu from the dining table.
”Coming!” both of them cried in unison and hurriedly went to join Master Shifu to eat.
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Ali was at the back yard, being the perfect host. He greeted everyone politely, he gave each of his 10 bride candidates a gift and always had a smile on his face. When the clock struck 11pm, and as the last family went out the door and through the gates ... he ran up to his room. Throwing off his clothes and chucking them to one corner, he groaned as he flung himself on the bed.
That. Had. To. Be. The. WORST. Holiday. EVER.