Find Me in 1000 Years

Hand Secrets

"You can just call my name."

"Eh, but he said you were older than me. You taught me too. Can I just call your name?" ask Ken carefully.

"'And I'll be your partner, just like everyone else. It's weird that you called me 'Miss'. Try, you call me." The woman waited.

"Irish(read : airis)," replied Ken quietly.

The woman smiled. "good. Come on, let's go upstairs."

They still carry their groceries in hand to Ken's room.

Ken was astonished that the woman was still following him to the room. "Eh, what's wrong?"

"Eh, yeah. I forgot." The woman took out bath soap, toothbrush, and other bathing purposes and handed them to the young man.

Ken took it in one bag but the woman was still standing there. "Eh, is there more?"

"Nothing."

"Ok, I'm closing the door, okay?"

"Oh, yes." Irish smiled stiffly realizing. Then he stepped away.

Ken then closed the door and placed his groceries on the bed. After choosing, he went to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, the young man went outside but to his surprise, Irish was suddenly in his room. "Irish, what are you here for?"

"I want to see my mark this morning."

"Oh, that's okay," said the young man quickly.

"really?"

"Yes, right."

"Let me see."

Ken, who had already approached, suddenly retreated. "No need. It's night anyway" he refused by raising both hands.

The woman moved forward, forcing Ken to walk backwards. "Let me see."

"Not to."

"Look a little, to be sure."

"No. Me, ah!" The young man's back touched the wall. He felt pain in his back and closed his eyes.

The woman already knew, therefore she did not dare to hug the young man's back in the garden because she must be in pain. "Ken, try to get here." Irish extended her hand.

"It's okay, it just hurts a little" Ken elak.

"Ken." The woman let out a rough sigh and grabbed the young man's arm. He pulled her to the edge of the bed. The woman sits behind Ken's back and uncovers the young man's shirt. There is a reddish blue on one side that is not so obvious. The woman immediately applied the ointment on the bruise marks.

"G ...." Ken felt pain but not as good as yesterday. Because he did not know how bad the bruise behind his back because he could not see it. "Have ...," he said not to be treated.

It was nothing, he was uncomfortable with the arrival of the woman who always came suddenly to his room as if he had no privacy.

"Yes, I've." The woman closed the bottle of ointment and stood up.

"Thank you."

The woman only glanced at a glance. "Mk." Then leave.

Ken took a breath. Why did he hit me and then treat? The young man was inexhaustible with the nature of the woman who was sometimes evil and sometimes good to him.

While outside the door, Irish was silent and soon left. He didn't realize someone was watching.

Yeah, who else if not Vicky. He is obviously curious about the Irish relationship with Ken. Because ever since the woman knew Ken, Irish ignored her. Yes, almost every time, there is no time for him even though he had been close to Irish before.

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A gentle touch on the shoulder made the young man open his eyes, and found the woman in his room back. "Oh, Irish." He got up and forced himself to sit down. While rubbing his eyes, he tried to gather awareness.

"Get out, yuk!"

"This morning?" ask the young man not to believe it.

"Later to buy breakfast. I want to run, this morning."

"Ah, don't want to. I'm gonna go to bed." The young man regained his senses and pulled his blanket high, but the woman grabbed his hand.

"Come .. accompany me."

"Hah ..," the young man whined because his sleep was disturbed. Her hair is falling apart again. His eyes were hard to open because he was still sleepy.

The woman pinched Ken's cheek and shook it. "Let's not be lazy."

"Can't you go with the others?" lamented Ken.

"No, because you're the only one I can bully." Irish waist-laying stared at the young man in front with a wide smile.

Ken with eyes that were still sleepy, looked up at the woman. "Ck, yes ...." He rolled his eyes and got out of bed. With a yawn he covered his mouth while walking to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the young man accompanied Irish on a run that morning half-heartedly. He stopped and then followed the woman. He could not resist because she was like a teacher to him. He was upset that he couldn't lock the door because he didn't have the key.

The young man was relieved when the woman stopped by a roadside car shop that happened to be crowded with queues. The shop sells meat sandwiches that look delicious. Ken's eyes opened.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want that meat sandwich. It looks good." The young man swallowed his own saliva for imagining the taste.

The woman smiled. "Drink?"

"Ice tea."

It turned out that the portions were so large that they only bought one and ate two. Breakfast at the nearest park. A short staircase leading to a grass field also visited by wild birds.

"I'm sorry, I just want half of it. One seems too much for breakfast" said the young man.

"It's okay. I don't have much breakfast either. Good thing you could help me spend it."

They ate breakfast while watching the birds coming and going. Ken even gave some bread crumbs to the birds from his palms.

One moment a small bird accidentally pecked hard at Ken's palm and the bird disappeared. The young man was surprised. Fortunately, the woman did not see the incident because she was busy chewing her food.

Back then, the young man secretly tried to get the bird out of his hand by slashing it repeatedly in panic. After several attempts, the bird came out.

Ken's scared, the bird's dead or can't get out of his hand again. At that moment, he felt nothing in the hand as if nothing had ever happened but an illusion. Ken was trying to normalize the sudden racing heartbeat due to this incident.

"Ken? You why?" Irish looked at the young man's slightly pale face.

"Eh, it's okay." Ken hid his right hand in his lap.

"Mmh?" The woman glanced at the young man's hand which was hidden in between Ken's thighs. "So, what's with your hand?"

"Eh, no," replied Ken quickly.

"Well, shall I see?" Irish thrusting her hand.

The young man slowly showed his hand. The woman examined the young man's hand and started touching his palm.

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