I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 68
THE BIG APPLE APARTMENT, MANHATTAN.
Ben stops his electric guitar line when a middle-aged woman appears from behind his private studio door. The blonde-haired and slender-bodied lady smiled towards Ben who looked a little surprised by his presence.
"Monica?" said Ben while putting down his guitar just anyone. His eyes were still staring at the woman who was none other than Monica Chevalier, his mother.
"Surprise!" exclaimed Monica who still looks beautiful with her sweet wide smile. The smile that was sent down to the child was merely his puppet.
"Why not call first? You surprised me" said Ben, giving his mother a hug.
"Did I have to make an appointment to see you, Benji?" ask Monica. His son's embrace was tight.
"What are you doing in Manhattan?" Ben let go of his embrace. Then told his mother to sit on a sofa in the corner of the room.
"There's something I need to do here." Monica looked out the glass window, Manhattan skyscrapers became the main sights. "Hmm . nice view" he said.
"How's Richard doing?" Ben asked his father while pouring a bottle of wine into the glass that was available on the table. Then give it to Monica.
"He's good" Monica replied as she received a glass from Ben's hand and gulped. Monica glanced at Ben, it seemed like this child had not forgotten the past feud with his father.
"Great!" that's all that came out of Ben's mouth.
Monica smiled, then stroked Ben's arm gently.
"How are you, Benji? I read a lot of news about you, mostly about women." Monica chuckles. "Anita Wallis, asian girl, then female vocalist from Chicago . and ah, I also read the news about your feud with one of your band members, also because of a woman, wow .. Benji, you're a womanizer now apparently."
Ben shook his head slowly while smiling awkwardly. "You know the media always overestimates the news, I'm not that bad."
Monica. " So, who's the lucky girl you picked?" tanyakanya.
Ben squealed his nape. A sign that he was confused to answer his mother's question.
"Anita Wallis?" ask Monica. " Chicago Girl?"
Ben shakes. Monica was getting enthusiastic about the information from her son. "Asian girl?"
"I don't have to answer you, Monica," Ben said as he sipped his wine glass. Monica caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Ben's eyes when he mentioned the asian girl.
"Her name's Laras."
"Uuwf .. okay," by Monica. His big smile came back up. Ben looks puffed out.
"Hmmm .. I think I'll be able to do a white daughter-in-law, but well .. Asian girls are not too bad," Monica said with a big smile.
Ben hissing. " You're so old-fashioned, Monica!"
Monica is back. Then stroked Ben's cheek gently.
" Well, enough about me, Mom .. how are you?" Ben tried to divert the conversation.
"As you can see, I'm excelent .. but I miss my little boy so much," whined Monica as she leaned her head against Ben's shoulder spoiled.
"Where are you staying?" ask Ben.
"A hotel near Central Park."
" When are you in Manhattan?"
"I'm going back to Portland tonight, but I'm going to visit Rose."
"Do you have any plans to visit us there?" ask Monica. The woman's eyes were radiating hope. Hope her husband and son can get along.
Ben took a deep breath. His eyes are straight ahead. He knew what his mother's question meant. And he knew very well his father was a very stubborn man. Even Ben had proven his success as a musician was not able to make Richard melt.
"I don't know yet, Mom." said Ben. Looking at her mother's face which implies disappointment.
***
The barrel snatched his blanket all over his body. The girl drowned on her bed, curled up and shivering. The warmers were unable to reduce the cold that gnawed him to the bone due to the fever that struck.
The sound of knocking on the door slowly sounded. It feels like Laras is reluctant to move from his bed. But the sound of the knocking did not stop. Got his thick sweater and lazily dragged a step towards the door and opened it. Ben, in a white t-shirt clad in a long jacket and shabby blue jeans, then his hair tied to the top, and his blue eyes that were as blue as the ocean, standing looking at him with a gaze capable of bewitching Laras into a statue.Oh no, why did he come now?
"Laras .. Are you sick?" said Ben as soon as he saw the pale face Laras and thick sweater he wore.
"Hi .. Ben," Baras' throat choked. "Yes .. just a little fever." The barrel opened the door and let Ben in.
"Should I take you to doctor?" ask Ben worriedly.
The barrel coughed a few times. " No, no. . it's okay. I'm gonna be okay."
Ben held onto both of Laras's hands and guided her sitting on the sofa. The girl's head was soft. Barrel looked down with cheeks that had been flushed.
"Why not answer my phone?" ben asked while tilting his face trying to look at Laras's face down.
"Emm .. I ...." Laras curses himself who is unable to give a logical reason for Ben's question.
"You're angry to see me with Claire?"
Barrel gasp. Makes him even more unable to answer.
"Marga ...." Slowly Ben lifted Laras' chin with his fingers. Then he touched his lips to the girl's lips gently.
Baras is powerless to refuse. Even his body that had been shivering due to fever was now gradually normal. Replaced with cold sweat that flowed little by little wetting his entire body.
Ben stopped the kiss. The face of the black-eyed girl before him was fixed.
"Laras . je t'aime" said Ben with his French-american accent that always makes Laras anxious. But the heart of Laras flowered to hear it.
"Moi aussi ...." The heart seems to stop when saying it. But Ben's big smile came up. Enclosed the tiny body of Laras and dunked it into his chest.
Kissing the top of Laras' head nonstop.
Ben pushed slowly Laras' body to lie on the sofa, then the man crawled up to Laras and began to look**t the girl's lips back.
Barrels terbersin once made Ben realize the girl he was fondling is in a state of pain. Laughter exploded. Dropped his forehead on Laras' shoulder and buried his face there.
"I'm sorry, Laras" said Ben while laying his body beside Laras.
The girl just grimaced. The handle on Ben's arm that was full of tattoos was soft. Both silent. Only their pair of eyes met and spoke, revealing each other's taste.
***
Author's Note :
*je t'aime - I love you
Moi aussi - me too*
