The Day He Matured

Leaving the barbecue restaurant, Brian took me to the sweet soup restaurant. When he stopped at a red light, he leaned over and kissed my hair lightly, and then frowned.

“Your body is full of barbecue smell.”

“But there are people who still like to smell it. You think you still smell mint, don’t you? Your body now stinks of grilled pork, grilled beef, and grilled fish.” I enjoyed saying a long sentence, and not giving in to him.

“We’ll have to take a bath again, I should have asked you to eat boiled meat.”

He shrugged and drove the car away when the traffic light just turned green.

I smiled, looking at the busy traffic on the other side of the road.

Happiness for me is simply moments like this, being at peace with him, no need for him to say sweet words, no need for sweet, hot kisses. As long as I’m next to him, knowing that his heartbeat is in sync with my own.

The sweet soup shop that Brian chose is located on the main street, the owner is an old woman about seventy years old, a bit thin, wearing a black suit. Her image reminds me of the peaceful countryside, the orphanage where I used to stay.

“This sweet soup shop is the best in the city.” He pulled me down on the tiny chair and whispered.

When two glasses of sweet soup were brought up, memories from a year ago suddenly appeared.

I remember early that morning, Brian pretended to fall and kissed me on the lips, I reflexively gave him a slap.

In the afternoon, I whispered to myself that I would be kicked out of the house by Mrs. Alina because I assumed that he would bring his face to see his mother and tell her.

However, when we met on the doorstep, he smiled, handed me a glass of sweet soup, and told me if I wanted to eat it cold, add ice.

I remember that day he had a little yeast in his body, although he was still awake, he did not eat dinner but slept until tomorrow morning.

“What’s up? Are you recalling memories?” Brian took a spoon and knocked lightly on the rim of the glass to call my soul back.

“Yes, you used to buy sweet soup for me. The next morning, you asked me if it was delicious, and I replied that it was bad. From then on, you don’t buy me any more food.” I bowed my head, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

The man’s large hand gently reached out, wiping away the tears that flowed down my face. We both smile, even though it’s not a bright smile.

“I told you I love you many times, but you always hate me. Do you know that every time I eat something delicious or see a beautiful scene, I always think of you?”

Tears rolled down my face again. Although I know that Brian has no intention of blaming me, I feel very guilty.

If only I didn’t think too negatively about him, and given him a chance to explain clearly, there wouldn’t be many sad memories between the two of us, and wouldn’t hurt him so much.

After eating the sweet soup, according to my opinion, Brian just bought a box of fried fish balls, and two glasses of sugarcane juice and took me to the park.

Before, when I saw the lovers walking together, I was so jealous. And now, everyone’s eyes of envy and admiration are focused on me because the man next to me is so handsome, and elegant. Moreover, he helped me carry my bag.

“Let’s sit here.” I pointed to the stone bench and said.

“Try to go a little more, the lake over there has a beautiful fountain.”

“But your feet…”

“I’m fine. Don’t think I’m weak.”

I nodded, obeying Brian’s wishes, and continued.

The park at night is more crowded than during the day, but in the interwoven light and dark scene, the lovers are all hiding in the bushes, so it makes me feel empty, and the four sides seem to be more immense.

The night wind passed by, making me shiver involuntarily. My hand quickly left my pocket to find the big warm hand.

The moment I intertwine my hand in his, I feel him startle. Maybe he didn’t think I would take the initiative.

I’ve never been on a date, so I’m not very observant, just got off the car to go to the park, Brian was about to hold my hand but out of habit, I put both hands in my pockets.

And he immediately withdrew his hand, so I was disappointed, I kept my hands in my pockets and followed him.

A gentle smile appeared on his lips, his hand squeezed mine, pulling me to the edge of the lake. Luckily, a couple had just left, so we got seats.

I leaned on his shoulder, letting him feed me fish balls.

Sometimes I would say I was thirsty and he would bring a glass of sugarcane juice to my mouth.

For a long time, I have not been pampered by anyone, now that I have a lover who pampers me like this, why don’t I enjoy it?

“Do you feel that I am very annoying?” I rub my head back and forth on his shoulder and ask.

“No. I like you like this. You make me want to cherish and protect you. Bella, when you’re with me, you don’t have to try to pretend that you’re strong.”

“Yes.”

Even though I agreed to fulfill his request, I was still trying to cover up the storm of my heart.

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He can’t make his mother sad and he can’t leave her, can he? And his grandfather. The girls he once wanted his grandson to get to know were all rich and high in society.

Although he dated many people, when he wanted to get married, they would certainly intervene, just like the movies I’ve seen, the circumstances I’ve known.

“Open your mouth.” Brian brought the fish ball to my mouth and said.

“Dip a lot of chili sauce for me.” I spoke up.

“No, very spicy. Will harm the stomach.” His voice was stern.

“I want to eat more chili sauce.” I continue to plead.

Seeing Brian silent, staring at me, I thought he was powerless; I guess in a few seconds, he will comply with my will and give me a lot of chili sauce.

I was excited in my lap when suddenly the hand that was hugging my waist suddenly moved up to my neck. In an instant, his lips were on mine.

Although I tried to push him away, the result I got was just a more intense kiss that lasted for an indeterminate amount of time. My mind was confused, and my body gradually relaxed, letting him lead.

It’s not that I don’t want to kiss him. His soft and warm lips made me feel the love he gave me through the kiss.

However, I just ate grilled meat, sweet soup, and fried fish balls, so my mouth doesn’t smell good. I don’t want him to haunt me, leave me and run away after this kiss.

“Are you stubborn anymore?” Brian said in a gasp as soon as he let go of me.

“I just want to be pampered a little by you.” I turned to the side, not looking at him, angrily replied.

“Bella, I can pamper you all, but for health-related issues, I can’t pamper you. You have to be healthy for my baby to be healthy.”

Brian hugged me in his arms, leaned his head on my neck, and whispered.

This guy knows my ears are my weak point, keeps blowing into my ears making me stiff as a log.

However, listening to him talk, I was very touched, in my head suddenly appeared the image of a baby with a beautiful face like him, white skin like him. However, I don’t want him to go crazy when angry like his father.

“Brian.”

“Uh.”

“If… I say if, not for real.”

“Uh.”

“If your grandfather and your mother do not like me, do not accept me, how will you?”

“I choose a wife for myself. As long as I like you, that’s fine.”

Brian’s answer confused me. Is he really stupid or pretending to be stupid?

I know he loves me but there are a lot of problems that last like a trailer, not simple. Marriage in the upper class is not necessarily tied because of the word “love”.

“What if… what if you were pressured by them?” I continued to ask.

“I’ll take you away. Anywhere. We will cultivate crops, raise livestock and live happy days.”

Looking at his dreamy eyes, I was really discouraged. Did he take out a quote from some historical drama to tell me?

Did he think it was easy? A guy who only knows how to hold a pen and type like him, how can he hold a hoe, most likely he will dig his foot instead of the ground. And I can’t bear to see him suffer just because he loves me.

Struggling with worries, sick children, after having lunch, and having to worry about dinner will make the dreamlike love at first gradually fade, and then there will be conflicts, quarrels, complaints, and regrets.

Every time I think about those things, I shudder.

I hope his mother and his grandfather will love him and love me too, accepting me into their house.

“Brian, let’s end this date night with a song. I would like to play the piano with you.” I hugged his face, pulled him back to Earth, and suggested.

“Do you know how to play the piano?” His eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

“Yes, I was trained very well.” I nodded, proudly answering.