The Airport (1/1)

Luhan POV. ~ Dinner with the guests. ~  I pulled on red shirt and jeans before he went down to eat. I already saw how my mother was talking excitedly with the guests, but stopped immediately when I came into the dining room."Luhan! Perfect in time! This is my son, Luhan. Luhan, this is Soo Jung! "She said happily and clapped her hands.Soo Jung turned around and met my cold gaze. She doesn’t feild uncomfortable around me, she just smiled at me.  While mother and her father went into the kitchen, because mom already twittered on about the day's meal, and would show her father their wines they had planned for the evening came Soo Jung towards me. I backed off a step and didn't even look at her."Do not come too close." I said coldly."You know, Luhan, my dad is richer than your family so my dad will probably ask your mom to marry you with me. So you will all have to get used to. "

" Just because you come here and say that yours is richer than my family doesn’t mean that I want to be with you. ""Lulu? Why are you so angry? " She asked and pursed lips. She wasn't even pretty."Do not call me Lulu, no one has given you the right to give me a nickname." I replied her cold and was about to go out in the kitchen when Soo Jung grabbed my arm. "It will be us, Luhan .. it will be us. "she said, and pushed me away and she was going into the kitchen. She hurried up to her father and started talking to him. Just as I was going up the stairs Doujon came down the stairs. "Isn't this Luhan?" He asked, smiling."I don't like her. And certainly do not intend to sit next to her. " I said coldly and looked away."I've already talked to your mother about this if you were sitting next to each other or not, but your mother insisted that you would sit next to each other to know each other."

"I will not."

"I can keep an eye on her if you want" he asked, looking towards me when I mumbled a reply, turned around and walked down the stairs, and going into the kitchen while the other was waiting for us. During supper actually tried Doujon interpose with comments in order not to depress me a litte too much of Soo Jung's comments. Time passed, and we has already moved from the dining table to the living room where they once sat and drank coffee. I sat next to mother and Soo Jung who clung wherever I sat and walked."I think we ought to go soon." Said Soo Jung's dad finally and began to stand up. Soo Jung got up too and put on a smile to me and the rest of the family but glaring at me more long as she dragged me out to the door.She donned her white fur coat, and her father his black coat and as soon as they left the house I took a deep breath and went up to my room. The next morning. Someone knocked at the door and I murmured sleepy. I turned around in the bed and laced myself in the blanket with my feet.  I grunted while a maid came into the room and pulled back the curtains to let in some sunlight. I pulled the blanket over my head while mother pulled the blanket away from me. "Rise and shine Luhan! We need to go to the airport! "She said loudly and turned to Doujon while nodded."What ... is it all about? " I asked sleepy and grabbed the covers and yawned."We'll get your new sister.""Why?" I asked tired. And who is it?"Because she will stay with us in the future.""You're joking now huh?" I said a little too fast,  and I looked my mouth."No, not really. Then we'll see .. I'll fix some clothes for you as I did when you were little-""MOM!" I yelled embarrassed and looked at her.  "I'll get it. GO OUT OF MY ROOM! " I continued and grunted."Well .. came down to us in ten minutes, when we take the car to the airport-" she began, but I had already put away all the people of the room and closed the door tightly and locked it. I went straight to his closet and picked out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Skipped t-shirt and looked in the mirror. I didn’t want any girl he hasn't meet before, to living in the same house with him, under the same roof. Didn’t he had a thing to say about it? Your POV.You sat in an empty stuffy, airless room. Was breathing fast and tried wildly to think about anything except the bad air. You swallow hard, hoping that you'll swallow the lump that always seems to be stuck in the throat. You turn a bit in the hard chair but it never seems to be less uncomfortable. You start to feel restless and the longer you sit still, the more uncomfortable you feel. You put one leg over the other in the hope that the chair will somehow be more comfortable. Doesn’t work. You sigh heavily and falls back down in the chair.The woman has a narrow thin face and reminds, your mom when she felt the worst. It makes you more sick than you already feel. She has red lipstick that covers the entire mouth and painted a little off which you can see just by looking at her. She scares you. You doesn’t like her.She sat still in the same place, not knowing that you are losing the internal battle against the monster that screams "CANCER", within you, and that all the walls that you built to protect yourself slowly collapses, bit for bit. Maybe she has an idea, but doesn’t show you the answer.The feeling of not having control over yourself hit you in the face like a hard slap. Your fingers are moving in your convulsive movements, though now in a higher speed, and your whole body shakes uncontrollably. Tears start to fill your eyes and makes your vision blurry. You are still fighting against the tears that threatened to overflow. You are still not ready to let go yet. Your gaze wanders around the room, to find something to look to. Your breathing starts to get choppy, almost like sobs without tears. Then it happens, a tear falls gently down on your cheek at a rapid pace, even if it feels like that time goes in slow motion. The land gently on your hand, and your body will emit a half inhuman noises while tears come more and more, faster and faster. You gasp loudly and meets the womans glance. She is still in the same chair, facing you. But she has put down her notebook and is instead hold a handkerchief to you.You stretch out your hand, still shaking and receives it. You pinch clutched hold of it and turn our attention to the woman again, this time your eyes are filled with fear. "Help .." Do you pray in a voice who barely carries you. Everything ends up standing in the hall to your and your mother's apartment with a backpack on your back and a suitcase in hand. Trying, as before, and that unfortunately never managed to hold your tears away from you. Flight ticket and metro card is in your hand and you take a deep breath. Reach for your keys to the house and go out the door. You will never go in or out through this door anymore. You will not have to take care of your mother, even if it actually been a burden few times.Along with the woman from social services taking you both subway to the airport and you breathe deep while you sit to wait until it's time to put you on the flight.You have never gone plane before because it wasn’t possible to travel with your mother because she was ill with cancer.Adrealinet went up into the higher tempo of your heartbeat and you hear the sound of your stomach that said you were hungry. With the money you had bought this to you two buns and a soda. Sometimes, when you are feeling bad, or whatever it was the feelings that came from you, you needed something sweet to evaporate it.As soon as you saw people stand in a queue to show your passport and ticket were you doing the same. The man behind the counter looked extra long on your passport but soon nodded and spoke in a calm voice to you. "Your passport expires in a few days, if I were you I would fix me a new one as soon as possible." You nodded and took up your bag and then go on the plane.It took about ten minutes until the flight attendants had begun to tell if it would cause an accident and you glaring at the other flight attendant who would always repeat what the other said.As soon as you feel the plane had begun to lift you felt the head began to spin and you had incredible headache. The passenger next to you, a young guy looked embarrassed at you and pointed to a spy pouch. You thanked gently and reached up for one.You now realized that you actually didn’t like heights at all, it was not exactly what you had been up at high altitudes, towers, mountains or riding airplanes before. When the flight was over, when you have help to take down your bag had gone out of the plane as quickly as you could and stood in the middle of a large room with different crowds did you feel the headache coming back and you started to feel sick. You were very shy with new people, and this was a completely different country than England. And in England you could ask for directions directly. Sure, you knew the language but everything was so new anyway. Where would you find your new family? Luhan POV.My mother acknowledged on throughout the entire ride Doujon just nodded a few times. I didn’t care, didn’t want this. Why a girl also?Once we had arrived at the airport took his mom out a sign saying "Welcome Tiffany" in English."Mom, what's that for?" I asked embarrassed and looked away toward Doujon who just shook his head."She must surely recognize us, she's new here. Right? "I pulled the jacket tighter around me and went into the airport. It was always cluttered with such large airports. Couldn’t avoid such large airports and it was quite common that plan was delayed, both to come here, and to go. And even though the airport was something out of the biggest and best in all of Asia. Mum pressed closer Doujon and whispered in his ear, "where does she come from do you think? What place in the airport will she? "

" I think it was over here. " He said and began to  smiled stiffly at his mum. Was he maybe nervous? I shook myself again and sat down on a bench. There was an awful lot girls here, if  mother had been allowed to decide who to marry, the girls that were here, I    would probably have married one hundred pieces before my mother had been satisfied. Mum always wanted the best, but sometimes it was just a bit too much. "THERE SHE IS!" Yelled my mum and watched a nervous girl who had shorts and a white tank top. She had a turquoise cardigan and wearing sandals. She looked cute, but very nervous. She looked at us and he realized how worried she was. Slowly she came to her expectant family and got out to a stuffy trembling. "A-are you .. -" she began, but Doujon interrupt her.

"Hey, Tiffany. It was ... a while ago. " He said gently and didn’t realize how uncomfortable she seemed to feel."D-Daddy?" It was as if she had not heard what he said.I hid behind my mum and hid my face with the hood. I really hated to make friends with new people like that.*Why mom, why did you pull me into this mess?* Thought I looked at the girl.  __________________________________Oh.. that was the third chapter.. I know guys.. I told you (I think it was a week or something) that I ws about to update but it's so much with school projects and we also got semester grade that felt important to make clear. Holidays on Thursday! I work actually on the next chapter now and hope you readers are not too annoying for me .. sorry sorry ~ * - * ~