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Happily Ever After?
He walked steadily into the bedroom. It was now 1 am and he assumed that she was fast asleep. Slowly he took off his shoes and his tie. He tiptoed to the bed and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. She slept sideways on one side of the bed. She wore a pink night gown that hugged her body smoothly. Still looking as beautiful as ever, her hair tumbled alluring on the pillow.
He smiled at the sight of her and shifted closer to her.
"You're finally back." She whispered in a sluggish tone with her eyes still closed. She turned over and slowly opened her eyes. Her emerald eyes gave the moment a dramatic twist.
"It wouldn't finish. There was this conference." He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
She beamed then curled up into his arms. She lay comfortably on his rigid chest. He wrapped his hands around her.
"How did it go?"
He chuckled sarcastically "It was a complete disaster. For a second I thought they were going beat me up. I came up with half a solution."
"I'm sorry. I was waiting for you and I feel asleep."
She looked so adorable he could barely contain himself "You didn't have to. The banquet was too long."
"Are there always banquets?"
He rested his chin on her head "Not just banquets; we also have balls, a lot of dinner parties, barbeques and so on."
Sakura yawned "Balls, like in fairytales."
He looked up "Almost. They are not as luxurious as they sound." He looked back at her. Her eyes were closed.
He could not help but watch her sleep. The warmth of her body against his; the movement of her body that went along with every breath she took made him realize how lucky he was. For a second, it still felt unreal.
He caressed her cheek then kissed it. He then reached for the lamp and turned it off.
That morning Sakura took her camera and held it to his face as he slept. The minute he heard the clicking sound, he opened his eyes.
"Good morning." He said immediately smiling after that.
Sakura sat up with her legs crossed next to him. "I just thought it would be cool to have a picture of you sleeping."
He took the camera from her hands.
"Oh really…" He looked at the camera and gazed at her.
Sakura smirked "Come on, give it back. I'm the photographer."
"You want it?" He teased with a saucy smirk.
As Sakura reached out for it he snatched it away and said lightly "You have to kiss me first." (Please don't consider morning breath when you're reading this part)
"Give me the camera then I'll kiss you."
Syaoran chuckled "That's now how it works."
"I'm a little shy in front of the camera." She said coyly.
"You have no reason to be." He took a picture of her. "You're gorgeous." He said in a more serious and dramatic tone.
Sakura moved closer to him and caught his lips. He slowly let the camera go as he responded with enthusiasm. Before they could take the soft kisses to the next level, there was an abrupt knock on the door.
Syaoran broke the kiss and sighed "I think that's breakfast."
"Like room service?"
He nodded disappointed. He was not too keen about answering the door. All he wanted was to be alone with her.
As he headed for the door, Sakura walked to the balcony and looked outside. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The garden was vast. There was a swimming pool, a tennis court and a basketball court.
Syaoran placed the tray on a table and followed her to the balcony. He stood next to her looking more disappointed than he did earlier.
"This place is amazing." She said before noticing the thwarted look on his face. "What's the matter?"
"I have to leave town. I'll be gone the whole day." He said sadly looking at her.
"Oh." Was all she could say. She wanted him to fix the problem but she also wanted him to be with her.
"I wish I didn't have to go. I want to be with you. I promise, once this thing is done with, we'll have all the time in the world."
Sakura leered "Okay. What time are you leaving?"
"In an hour." He half turned and looked at the tray on the table. "We can still have breakfast together." He held her hand and she nodded still smiling.
When he was ready to leave, they walked down stairs to the lounge where they found his mother sitting comfortably on a wing chair with a book in her hands. Her hair was loose and tumbled vividly down her shoulders. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands placed neatly on her lap.
She looked up then immediately back at the book.
Sakura could not help but still feel embarrassed about the incident that happened the previous day. Syaoran's mother produced fear within her.
"Good morning mother." Syaoran said in an uncertain tone. He had so many questions to ask her and he was dieing to confront her but the time did not feel right.
"Good morning, uh...Madam." Sakura said immediately after him.
Yelan narrowed her eyes to Syaoran then to Sakura.
He has her eyes. Sakura thought.
"I'll be gone the whole day. Please make sure that Sakura feels at home." Syaoran looked at Sakura.
She simply nodded and once again acted like Sakura was not there.
"I mean it mother." He said in a stern tone. He looked at the time. "I'll be late. I've got to get going."
Sakura escorted him to the door where they hugged and kissed.
He saw the nervous look on her face. It told him 'please don't leave me with her.' He pulled her closer and whispered.
"Don't worry; she's not as scary as she appears. She won't like you if she knows that you are afraid of her."
"She already doesn't like me."
"She's just." Syaoran's eyes wandered for a second as he looked for the right word "Embarrassed and…overly judgmental."
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek then left.
Sakura strolled into the lounge. She sat on a sofa not too far from where Yelan was. She crossed her legs and nervously looked around. After that she cleared her throat.
"You have a very lovely home."
Yelan was quiet.
"The artwork is magnificent." Sakura swallowed hard.
She did not move an inch.
"I'd like to look around, if you don't mind." Now Sakura felt stupid. She decided not to say anything at all.
Yelan closed her book. Placed it on a nearby table then looked at Sakura.
"What are you doing here?" She said coolly.
Sakura's head shot up and she fished for the right words. "I want to be with your son."
"Do you intend to marry him?"
Sakura bit her lower lip "Eventually, one day….yes. We only got together yesterday."
Sakura nodded as beads of sweat tumbled down her forehead. The thought was overwhelming.
Sakura shrugged "We haven't discussed that yet."
"How many?" she repeated in a strict tone.
"Two?" Sakura said nervously.
She glared at Sakura who was literally sinking in her chair.
She nodded agreeably.
"And where are you going to live?"
Sakura smiled "In Japan of course."
Yelan frowned again.
Sakura's eyes widened as she pretended to clear her throat "Right here in Hong Kong, I mean."
She smirked "In this mansion I presume." It sounded more like demand than a question.
Sakura nodded. She felt like a coward. What she wanted and what Yelan wanted were two different things. She didn't want to live there. It was lovely but she was a simple girl. The mansion was more like a hotel than a home. It was unfair that she was already pressuring her on subjects she never discussed with Syaoran. They just got together, it was too early.
"I remember you very well. How can I forget you? You might look different but those eyes. I'm sure everyone who meets you never forgets your eyes."
Sakura slightly smiled. It was true. Her eyes became a trademark.
"When I saw you yesterday, I nearly had a heart attack." She said impolitely.
"About that; I'm sorry. We didn't know you were home."
She had a plain look on her face "You and my son are young and I guess you do what you have to do."
She spoke in such a manner that Sakura felt like she did something wrong.
"You know; I already picked out a wife for my son. Long before he met you."
Sakura's smile slowly faded.
"I think you should take a second and ask yourself what it is you're doing here." She spoke like it was nothing; like they were having a friendly conversation.
Sakura looked attentively at her.
"He's one of China's most popular businessmen. He lives a very demanding life. Where do you fit in Sakura? Everything about my son is of high class. I don't know why he decided to go for someone like you."
Sakura did no move.
"You would not understand our culture and his way of life. This is his home. He's been in Japan for so long that you probably forget where he comes from; he also forgets where he comes from. I don't want to point finger but I think you know the person responsible for that."
Sakura's jaw dropped.
She looked at Sakura and smirked "You are dismissed."
Sakura stood up and walked out.
Sakura threw herself on the bed. "What if she's right? This is nothing I thought it would be." Before she could break into tears, she remembered Syaoran. What his mother said did not matter. They loved each other and if they were as strong as she believed they were, they would overcome this, together.
At lunch time, Sakura sat only a few inches from her. Yelan did not say anything until the first dish was served. She took out a set of chopsticks and right before she touched her food she looked as Sakura.
"Can you please pass the sauce?"
Sakura plastered a delightful smile. "sure." She passed the sauce.
"Syaoran loves nothing more than a home cooked meal." She pointed in a rather vulgar manner.
"I'm a great cook. Syao loves my cooking." She said with a fake smile still on her face.
"Well, a wife can only wish to be as good as her husbands' mother."
Sakura clenched her teeth "Really; it's a good thing we are just dating right now and not married or else I would feel intimidated or pressure by your statement."
She smiled "That's nice."
Before desert was served she wiped invisible crumbs off her mouth with a napkin and looked at Sakura again.
"Syaoran just loves art. You see that painting behind you…"
Sakura turned around to look at it "Yes."
"He fell in love with it. He won it at an auction."
"I didn't know he liked art. I guess he got into it when we were separated."
She shook her head "No. He's loved art since he was a little boy."
"He loves martial arts, he's very athletic and as a child he was always so shy." She said cheerfully. "He's humble and always calm. Do you know that?"
Sakura's eyebrows rose "Yes I do. I know a lot about him. I've known him most of my life."
She made a face "Does he like his coffee with or without milk."
Sakura smiled "That's easy. He loves his milk."
She grinned "My son has always loved his coffee black."
"The Syaoran I know likes his coffee with milk!" Sakura shot back.
"The Syaoran you know and the one I know are two different people."
"This is ridiculous." Sakura rolled her eyes. "I'm not hungry anymore." She said standing up. She left the table and walked out of the dining area.
Her argument with Yelan didn't go unnoticed. She caught the maids talking about it. She took a deep breath and walked past them.
In the afternoon she strolled in the garden and took a couple of pictures. Things were alright again. As long as she didn't bump into Yelan, she was going to be just fine. When she was in the garden near the fountain she received a phone call from Syaoran.
"I miss you." Was the first thing he said.
"Me too; I can't wait to see you again."
"How are you and my mother getting along?"
Sakura paused. She couldn't tell him that she thought his mother was evil and unfair.
"We're fine." She said happily.
"Really?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes. In fact we just spoke at lunch. We talked about you-so do you like your coffee with or without milk."
"What?" Syaoran was stunned at the popup of such a silly question.
"Milk or no milk."
"Ha! I knew it!" Sakura yelled.
Syaoran chuckled "O…kay. I have to go. See you tonight."
She walked into her room to grab a blanket so that she could rest on the grass. She noticed a white envelope on the bed.
"This wasn't here before." She sat on the bed and held it in her hands. She opened the envelope.
A wave of hurt and deception nearly choked her. Tears filled her eyes as she took a deep breath. In her hands was a plane ticket to Japan. It had her name on it. She looked at it meaningfully. She took another deep breath and marched out of the room.
She barged into Yelan's office slamming the door angrily behind her. Yelan sat behind her desk talking on the phone.
"What the heck is this about!" she yelled.
Yelan put the phone down. "That is your ticket back to where ever it is you come from."
Sakura's mouth opened "Well too bad; I'm not going anywhere!" She too ripped the ticket into tiny pieces.
"You have some nerve thinking I am going to accept it. You will never be part of this family." She growled angrily.
"I don't need you to accept it. Why do you do this to me? The only thing I've done is love your son. If that's a bad thing then so be it."
"Is that how you see it?"
"He's good to me. If I didn't love him I wouldn't be here! You separated us last time. I won't let you do that again. Do you really think I would just leave?"
She was quiet.
"Why did intervene and separate us? You made me believe he never loved me."
"You really want to know!" she paused for awhile "I was protecting him, the company and this family."
"How is keeping him from the people he loves protecting him."
She took a deep breath and said softly "I was afraid. I knew my husband was dying. I don't think Syaoran would have taken his position with you in the picture. I know he loves you but…this is his destiny. Being China and taking care of his family is what he was meant to do."
"I would have come with him. I would do anything to fit into his life here. I'll learn to cook Chinese food…I'll stay even if I only get to see him once a week. I just want to be with him." She spoke with so much passion, that Yelan was astonished.
Yelan looked at Sakura whose eyes were now teary.
"Just let us be. I know I did not go after him the first time you pushed me away; that was the biggest mistake I've ever made and I will never leave him again."
"When he left for Japan, he did not tell anyone where he was going or when he was coming back. He just disappeared. I think he knew that I would try to stop him from leaving. He's been so miserable the last couple of years. I never wanted to accept it but all he wanted was you. I thought he would eventually get over you and move on but he never did."
She walked to a book shelf. Sakura's eyes followed her as she took out a small wooden box.
She opened it. The only thing that was in it was an envelope. On it was her name.
"Is this another plane ticket." Sakura said in a mellow tone.
"This is the letter he wrote you. The one I was supposed to give to you."
She handed it to Sakura. She had a content look on her face. As Sakura took it from her hands she shot her a nervous smile.
"Why are you giving it to me now?"
Yelan sighed "It feels like it's the right time. I've destroyed every other letter he tried to send to you or you sent to him. This is the only one left. I don't know why I kept it."
"I'll leave you two alone, under one condition."
Sakura looked at her eagerly.
"You raise the children here."
Sakura smiled "Yes, in Hong Kong just not in this mansion."
In the garden, Sakura sat under a weeping willow. She held her breath then slowly released it. She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. It read…
When you get this letter I won't be by your side. I'm sorry I never said goodbye. Everything happened so sudden. My father is very sick and needs me by his side. I don't know when I'll see you again but I already miss you as it is. I love you Sakura and don't you ever forget it. I know once this passes we will be able to finish from where we left off. I'll always be thinking about you. I promise I'll come back. Just promise you'll wait for me.
Sakura read the letter five times before she was through. She held it to chest. It felt like something had been lifted off her shoulders. All the questions had been answered. The only thing left to do was to forgive Yelan and for her, that wasn't going to be a problem.
"What's that?" Syaoran said suddenly sitting next to her.
Sakura quickly turned around. "You're here? How come?"
"I did it; I solved the problem. I would have told you on the phone but I wanted to surprise you."
Sakura threw he arms around his neck. He fell over and landed on his back.
"I knew you could do it."
She released him. "Look what your mother gave me."
Syaoran's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "The letter…that's the letter I wrote to you the night I left."
"I understand now. You never stopped loving me." Her eyes brightened.
He looked into her eyes "And I never will."
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