The Rising Sun

35

"Yuki try to see this" Aunt Sheira approached me with a panicked face. I, who was feeding Nara, stood up. Prince Riana was helping Gererou to clean up her residence. Their ability to adapt to the surrounding environment is great. My shadow when they first came here was like a Korean movie drama I used to watch in High School.

A King or Prince from another dimension was lost to this world. He looks silly when he sees a car running and so on. I was ready to watch the show live. Imagining Prince Riana clinging to a running car or television singing a broadcast. But hope remains hope. They behave too normally. Very good at hiding tension and able to observe the surroundings and adjust quickly.

I was disappointed to see their abilities.

I picked up the newspaper that Aunt Sheira had brought. The news headlines were printed very clearly. There was a picture of me and Prince Riana while we were on the bus.

"I've quit that world a long time ago. I don't think they have any reason to bother me"

"You disappeared all of a sudden that time, and Now you're reappearing"

"It's been a long time"

"Not for Them" Aunt Sheira frowned anxiously. They're gonna be here any minute looking for you. You better leave soon. Phil bought a villa in the west. You can stay there until it's safe"

"I understand" I said at last. I have to consider Nara's situation. It would be very unsafe for us if the reporters came and started investigating Prince Riana.

They won't get anything about the Prince because the Prince isn't a person of this world. But that's the problem, they won't stop. If allowed this problem will be smelled by the police. Police will investigate the identity of the prince. This is very dangerous because He does not have a residence letter. The prince will be considered a dark immigrant.

"You tell the Prince, I'll prepare for your needs"

I put the rice bowl I was holding onto the table. There is never a safe place for us. We are always being chased by something. Aunt Sheira is riding Nara. When I was just walking. The doorbell rang loudly. Stopped my step. Me and Aunt Sheira looked at me. If it was Phil, he would have gone straight into the house. The Prince and Gererou already had the password to open the door of the house. They're on the side.

"Auntie packing. I'll see who comes" I said trying to calm down. Aunt Sheira nodded with an anxious face. He took Nara. He heard the sound of his footsteps as he climbed the stairs. The bell rings again.

I put my foot up. When I peek on the screen. I found an Army-clothed Man standing in front of the door. I could not see his face because of the hat he wore. He didn't look up at the camera.

I breathe a sigh of relief. At least he's not a journalist, the soldier has a good job. If I see the rank on his shoulders.

I opened the door. My gaze caught the glare of an eye I had known a few years ago. He's changed a lot. His body was much taller and stockier than before. He is now more seen as a fighting man than a student who only knows books and sports. I don't know what he's been through these few years. He's changed a lot. I barely recognized him.

"Raymond" Call me still can't believe what I saw.

Raymond smiled. The grim cheek on his left cheek further convinced me of this figure in front of me. "Have not seen Yuki in a long time."

"Ah yes, Thank you"

"Can I come in"

I shifted my legs. To allow Raymond to go inside. Raymond was looking at a glance reading the situation. Aunt Sheira is seen peering from above.

"Bi, do you remember my friend. It's Raymond" I said trying to melt the tension in Aunt Sheira's face.

"It seems you're busy. But I will not apologize for bothering you" Raymond said when I let him sit down.

"I didn't expect you to be a soldier now. I thought you were going to continue your family business or become a doctor" I'm trying to be calm. Sitting comfortably across from him.

"I finished my education as a doctor. But my desire to wear this uniform is stronger than I imagined"

"From the beginning you've always been consistent with what you're going for"

A middle-aged woman who used to help with homework came up with a tray filled with drinking water and a light pecan. I arranged the cup and the peg that the woman lowered on the table.

"I saw your story last night. When you're back"

"A week ago"

"Until when ?"

I'm looking. There was a strange tone in Raymond's voice. The tone he used to use when asking when he was jealous. Or just my feelings.

"I intend to give birth to this child here" I try not to change the tone He uses. Behave appropriately with a woman.

Raymond nodded his head. "The man in the photo. Is he your husband ?"

"Yes" I replied cautiously. Started not understanding the direction of our conversation.

"Who made you go away and disappear that time ?"

"I left because there was something. But not because of Him. Well, Raymond stop asking questions about the past. How are you." I'm trying to shift the conversation. Feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Nothing interesting. I work and that's it"

"Your wife ?"

"Unfortunately I'm not married"