What a predicament had she found herself in? She had traded a perfectly good lunch companion to one that hated the existed of her very being. She mentally sighed as she found herself sitting across from Harit as he scanned his menu. As a regular costumer, there was no need for her to do so as she knew the menu front and back. She already knew what she wants to order.
Instead, she mentally tried to calculate her chances of leaving the restaurant with her heart intact and not shatter into a million more pieces. She was still trying to put together the damages from her last heartbreak. Why he still has this effect on her even after ten years of not seeing another was out of her comprehension. God knows how hard she tried to be indifferent to him, to keep him out of her thoughts and hopefully her heart. What she doesn’t need was his showing up when she was doing just that.
She frowned. What happened to her resolved to act indifferent? The last time they had met, she had managed to be polite. It was also the first time the both of them to ever share a decent conversation. When she had gone over his house to bid farewell to his family since she was leaving to visit the country, she had bumped into him in the hallway.
So remembered that her heart was racing and she had a hard time struggling for words. However, she somehow managed to keep her tone cool and aloof, bidding him farewell. He, in turned, had bid her a safe trip, in the same polite manner.
She had hoped that would be the start of a new relationship, where they manage to put their past aside and stay polite to one another. So far, it had worked fine. Until he magically appeared out of nowhere and was now sitting across the table from her.
“That friend at the shop…” he started, cutting into her thoughts. “Do you care for him?”
Stunned by his question, So could only stare at him.
Did he just ask her if she cared for Monthai? Impossible. She must have not heard right. “P-Pardon?”
He didn’t even look up from his menu. Instead, he shifted into a comfortable position in his chair and repeated the question. This time, just a little louder.
She frowned. “That is a personal question,” she replied cautiously.
Why was he interested? What does it even has to do with him?
“I’m asking out of concern,” he explained, as if guessing her thoughts. “Thawan has great affection for you. And since I really don’t like it when she worries about you, I might as well make sure you don’t cause trouble.”
Soriya stared at him. “When have you decided to do that?”
“When I decided that there’s no stopping you and Thawan from being friends,” he answered flatly. “And anything that may concern Thawan also concerns me. This includes you.”
Her frown deepened. It was a moment before she could reply. “No, it doesn’t,” she grounded out.
He shrugged. “You might as well get used to it. I suggest that you watch your step from now on.” Appearing to find what he wanted in the menu, he motioned for the waitress to come.
She glared at him, knowing exactly what he meant by that. “What I do and who I befriend doesn’t have anything to do with you, much less concerns you. You have no right to pry.”
There was a glint in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine when he looked up at her. “For your information, I
don’t want to pry. Your business is none of my concern. You can do anything your heart desire and I wouldn’t even blink an eye. Unfortunately, my sister’s well being is my responsibility. If it’s in my power to save her some heartache, I will.”
Soriya was speechless. Her mind screamed for her to protest, but her heart becomes weak at the protectiveness of his sister. Her mind won this round. “I don’t care if your responsibility is to the King himself, but I will not sit here and be cross-examined,” she hissed, growing angrier by the seconds. “I
will live my life anyway I want to, see anyone I want to, do what I want to do! And I’ll die before I have to ask for your approval!”
Not aware of raising her voice, she continued opened her mouth to say more but ended up closing it as she noticed the stare from the waitress. She paused and realized that the whole restaurant was starting to stare and whisper.
Harit stayed silent as Soriya paled, realizing that she had caused a scene. She rewarded him with the deadliest look he ever been the recipient of. Then, he watched as she grabbed her purse and stomped out of the restaurant.
He allowed a private smile as he sat back and sipped a glass of wine he had ordered when they first entered. “Bravo,” he whispered and held up the wine glass in silent toast to Soriya. It was a great lunch indeed.
It had occurred to him as they entered the restaurant that he had wanted some kind of interactions with Soriya. Where it came from, he’ll be damned if he knew. But he craved it all the same. In the ended, he purposely irked her on purposed.
Despite little knowledge of her, he had sense that Soriya is no longer the meek and shy little girl who runs to do what others expect of her. In the past ten years, she had bloomed into an independent woman who would rather die than let other control the aspects of her life. She has courage, that woman. That he had always known, even when they were little, but he doesn’t realized how great it was until now.
As arrogant as it seem, Harit still had to admit that he hold big influences and power in the society. Most people, with the exception of his family—who can always managed to bend him at their will one way or another—, always take a step back whenever he was around. And while others strive to gain his opinion and approval, very few dare to challenge him, much less a woman.
But Soriya dared.
And had.
When he made it clear to her that anything pertaining to her will concern him, he expected her to be upset, even angry, and to see her meekly submitted herself to it quietly. But he doesn’t expect her to be furious, nor her outburst—and in front of the public, no less. Soriya, who pride in her even temper, had managed to forget herself in the moment and lashed out at him. Whether it was deliberate or on impulse, both required courage, which she doesn’t lack.
That, he decided, was what he found so interesting about her. Unlike many, she would rather ‘die’—as she put it—than allow him to pry into her life. Yet, a part of him already expected her reactions not be to any different. Even when little—when she was shy and meek— he had always sensed she would challenge him like no other. No wonder he had developed an instant dislike of her.
Swirling the wine in his glass, Harit contemplated his next move. Since he had given up on any chances of ridding her from his life, there was nothing he can do but accept her part in it.
Soriya marched down the street unaware of her destination. All she could think about as she wiped the welling tears from her eyes was how pathetic she looked in front of him. How could she have left without leaving him a piece of her mind? How could she let him get to her?
How could she allow herself another spark of hope when he declared that she concerned him? No, he said that she only concerned him because she is the friend of his sister. So it should hold no meaning whatsoever. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from hoping. She couldn’t stop herself from hoping once again that he may feel more for her. She had failed at the task.
And it mortified her.
If he manage to do this to her with just the word ‘concern’ out his lips, how could she expect not to be affected by his other action?
She wiped away another tear.
Why are you so weak? How you must have looked to him? He must think you’re a weakling!
And God knows how much she doesn’t want that.
Two weeks later, Soriya found herself in another situation, even as she tried to forget the Lunch Disaster, as she came to call that lunch with Harit. When she had received an invitation to Mr. Son WongsoAnn’s home for dinner, she decided to go with Monthai as he had informed her he would be going also.
Unfortunately, she didn’t expect that the Rangsiman family would be there also. As she sat in front of the dinner table, across from Harit, she wondered why she had forgotten the the WongsoAnn and the Rangsiman are great friends.
As conversations made it way around the dinner table, she found herself the recipient of Harit’s gaze every time she looked in his direction. And she tried very hard not to do that. But she didn’t spend that dinner being the only victim. When she thought he isn’t looking, she would sneak glances in his direction. She couldn’t help herself. Just being in the same room with the man make her nerve tingle in nervousness.
Harit caught her staring at him and raised a brow at her. So quickly glanced away, but not before she saw the twitch of his lips. Arrogant man, she thought, her heart flustering. Luckily, Monthai gained her attention as he directed her attention to Mr. WongsoAnn, who wanted to inquire her about the florist shop.
For the long moment her attention was claimed by Monthai and Mr. WongsoAnn, she had almost forgotten about Harit. Until she acutely felt that someone was staring at her. Sure enough, when she paused in her conversation with Monthai to take a sip from her glass, she caught Harit gazing at her with unconcealed interest.
Not wanting to appear meek, she returned it with her own opened interest. They shared a private staring contest and it would have lasted very long, had Harit not did something so intriguing. He grinned, the type that boldly states arrogant with a hint of amusement laced with smugness. She blinked. A gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. Harit chuckled and lifted a hand to his mouth as if to conceal laughter.
She wanted to strangle him at his point. She played right into his trap. How could she not have seen that?
“So?” Monthai whispered from her side. “Are you alright? You looked upset.”
Looking away from Harit’s smug smile, she quickly informed Monthai that she was fine.
Harit couldn’t help himself. Just being in the same room with the woman fills him with excitement. How that came to be was a mystery to him. Why it had to be Soriya, the very same woman he had always disliked, was an even greater mystery.
Unlike other women, who usually go out of their way to impress him—as if there is anything to be impressed about—Soriya does the opposite. If he guessed correctly, she wants nothing to do with him. If she could, she would be more than happy if she won’t see again for the rest of her life. No easy feat, considering the circle of friends they are in acquaintance with.
Two months ago, he would have gladly granted her this wish. Now that he came to accept her presence, he also quickly realized his growing interest in her. She challenges him like no other and is making him feel things that he rather wouldn’t.
But what intrigues him most about her is that familiarity he felt whenever she’s around, as if they had known each other in some other world that he couldn’t recall. And what worst, with the familiarity accompanies a protective instinct he doesn’t think he has with any other women who isn’t his mother or his younger sister.
Meanwhile, he noticed that the conversation was shifting his direction. Mr. WongsoAnn smiled at him. “Harit, I heard that you managed to get an appointment with Mr. Johnson. Am I to suspect that the negotiation is a success?”
Harit nodded. “It’s far too early to really say, Uncle. Mr. Johnson is spontaneous and we’re not sure if he would even agree to the deal.”
The elder man nodded. “That’s true. I have dealt with the man myself a few times, and he is as difficult as you say. Not to mention that once you get on his bad side, whatever you’ll plan will definitely do downhill.” As he finished his sentence, he noticed how Soriya was attentive to the conversation. He smiled. “Mr. Johnson is a world-class entrepreneur from Europe. He’s showing interests in Asian’s market, so many people hope to get a partnership with him. Unfortunately, like Harit said, he’s very spontaneous and his decisions can change last minutes, no matter how beneficial the deal may be to him.”
Monthai joined in. “He is known to do that a few times, and threw a lot of huge business into ruins. But one things for sure is that if you get Mr. Johnson on your side, your business will definitely prosper. That’s why many businesses strived to get him on their side.”
“That’s why it’s a great feat that Harit was able to get an appointment with him,” Mr. WongsoAnn informed. He looked over at Harit again. “I’m not going to hope that you’ll succeed in getting the partnership, Harit. I know that you will definitely get it. I believe in you.”
Harit returned it with a smile. “Thank you so much, Uncle.” Without thinking, he looked over to Soriya and coughed her smiling at him. He arched an eyebrow at her, even as his heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked away, but not before he caught a blush on her cheek. He grinned to himself.
Soriya forced herself to finish the food on her plate as she strived to hide her blush. The problem with blushing, however, is that the more you try not to do it, the worst it becomes. Instead, she focused on steadying her breathing until her heart calm down.
Earlier, when she heard about the progress that Harit was making, she couldn’t help but feel proud of him. This is the man that she fell in love with, even though it’s only un-requited love. She had always known that he is a successful man in all areas. She didn’t realized that she was being obvious until Harit caught her. So much for trying to forget him.
The conversation quickly shifted to other topics and before long, everyone started to get ready to leave. Because Monthai has an early morning meeting, they elected to leave early. But as she was in the process of getting into the car, she got an eerie feeling of someone watching her. However, as she looked around, there was no one in sight.
“Is something wrong?”
She looked over at Monthai, who stood by the car door, waiting for her to enter. She shook her head. “Nothing.” She answered and got into the car.
As Harit watched the car pull outs of the driveway, Mr. WongsoAnn came up behind. “A woman like that only comes once in a lifetime.”
Surprised, Harit turned around and face the elderly man. “Uncle.”
The man smiled. “I may be old, son, but I’m not blind. It wasn’t hard to detect the undercurrent between the two of you at the dinner table.”
Trying to appear indifferent, Harit sipped out of his wine glass. “It’s not like that, Uncle.”
A brow, black dusked with gray and white, lifted. “Or is it?” he implied. A moment of silence followed before the old man placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I’m old, so I can’t help but find myself meddling the youngsters’ affairs. Forgive me. However, take my advice into mind. When you’re young, it’s okay to make mistakes because you’ll learn from it and never make the same one again. But some mistakes can become ones that will make you regret for the rest of your days, because 99% of the time, you may never get a chance to never make it again.”
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Chapter seven will be up soon. ^_^