Chapter 57: Elementary Error
*Yawn*
I stretch my arms and legs on the comfy hotel bed that I’m sleeping on. What a nice sleep! I’m feeling so energetic right now! Where are my glasses? Hmm… Found them, here they are, on the dresser. My wristwatch is here too.
6:02 am. Good morning, Hong Kong. I’m going to know a lot more about you today.
I turn around to take a look at my roommate. In Yamaku she used to get up early in the morning to swim, but she’s now sleeping like a pig and drooling down onto the pillow, probably dreaming about the parfait she ate last night. Let’s not wake her up. She went through a heavy amount of traffic yesterday, so I should let her rest as much as possible.
Let’s go clean myself up. Remember, the tap water in Hong Kong is undrinkable.
Hong Kong. The famous international financial center I’ve heard of since childhood. Countless high prospect jobs available. Even though I probably won’t work here on a permanent basis unless I marry a Chinese, there’s a world in which I’ll be sent on a business trip here in the future, so it’s important to scout the city out early on.
My traveling companions are probably still asleep, so I manage to wake up first! Haha! I win!
This trip. What a strange combination: There’s almost nothing in common between the five of us; well, I guess we’re all Japanese students. No, Alvin isn’t even a Japanese. He’s merely living in Japan. Anyway, we end up going on an overseas trip together, which is bizarre to even think about. On the other hand, I can’t say I’m not looking forward to the trip. Great food, shopping centers, museums, theme parks, and, more importantly, Misha. Hisao is a welcoming addition too.
I was surprised when Hisao invited me to join the tour given that his ex-girlfriend is present. In fact, to say she’s his ex-girlfriend might not be accurate. I’m not sure about their past relationship, but, according to the girl’s letter, there was certainly an element of something beyond friendship between them. It’s, of course, unwise to interrogate him about it, as it will give away the secret that I’ve read his private letter. Anyway, he told me he has no feelings towards the girl, and I think I can trust him. I mean, why would he invite me over if he wants to pursue that girl? Moreover, if it wasn’t obvious enough before the trip, yesterday the girl was completely infatuated with Alvin; it was written all over her face. So, there should be no problem for me to join the trip.
Enough self-rambling. Let’s clean myself up quick and be the first one to grab breakfast in the hotel restaurant!
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With today’s breakfast coupon on hand, I hurry towards the counter of the hotel restaurant bearing a starving stomach. A quick glance at the inside tells me I’m up for a big treat: there are like 20 food counters! I can’t wait to get in! It’s 7:30 right now, so maybe I can find Hisao inside.
“…”
Oh no, the receptionist is most likely speaking Chinese. She must have mistaken me as a Chinese based on my skin and hair colors. I could’ve revealed my nationality to her, but I won’t bother. Just present her my coupon and I’ll probably be fine.
“…”
As expected, she just leads me into the hall without asking me any questions (or, if she asked, I didn’t get it), to my seat… only to see someone waving at me. Hisao? Nope. It’s Alvin. And his girl friend, or girlfriend, whichever case it is.
Darn! I’m late! I could’ve been the first one if I didn’t chat with Misha!
After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I returned to the bedroom to find Misha already awake. She said the water flow woke her up. Then we chatted for an hour before she went on to clean herself and I got myself changed. I’d like to win the breakfast race, but talking to Misha is a higher priority for me.
I hesitated a bit before approaching my two traveling companions. I don’t want to be a third wheel, but not joining them is equivalent to saying that I’m not a friend of theirs. I’ve got no choice.
“Good morning, Shizune! I just arrived, and I ran into Iwanako. Man! Both of you are early risers, aren’t you?”
Ran into, huh. I don’t buy it, but I’ll play along. Well, not that I can sign anything, since neither of my translators are present, so I just nod.
“Of course! I woke myself up with a music alarm! We’ve got to reserve as much time as possible exploring Hong Kong! Good morning, Shizune. It looks like you had a great sleep!”
Yup. She’s so right. We don’t want to waste our time in Hong Kong sleeping. I give Iwanako a warm smile, take a seat next to her, and grab the plate on the table, ready to check out the numerous food counters waiting for me.
“Hisao should be arriving soon. He went to the gym after waking up. How about Misha? Is she still sleeping?”
I’m about to pull out a piece of paper when Alvin waves again.
“Hey there! Good morning!”
I turn around to find my two translators walking towards us. Misha, who’s grinning like sunshine, is wearing her trademark “Bush Cheney 2004” shirt. Hisao is wearing a green shirt that reads “JUSC 2008 Champion”; he told me he had Miki Miura make this for him and his JUSC teammates. To be honest, Miura’s product looks fabulous.
[Hey there, both of you.]
[“Hi Shicchan~!!”]
[You’re right behind me! You’re so fast!]
[“Hehe… ‘cause I’m hungry… PARFAIT!!! HURRAY~~!! LET’S GO~!!”]
My roommate’s pupils grow to twice their sizes as soon as she spots her favorite food, despite the fact that she just had one last night. She proceeds to grab my and Hisao’s arms, and drag us towards the dessert counter, completely disregarding the boy’s health and the fact that I hate eating dessert in the morning. Seriously, who eats parfait in the morning?
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“This is Hong Kong Polytechnic University. Established in 1937, it was originally an industrial college, but was upgraded to a university in 1994. It is built two floors above the ground. The buildings are named A, B, C, etc., and all of them are quite close to each other. Look, that’s building P, and building Q is just a few steps away... Here’s the library. Instead of academics, this university focuses on practical skills, so it is geared towards students who want to pursue a particular career like physiotherapy, ophthalmology, hotel management, and interior design.”
“Why are all the buildings dark red in color?”
“Yup. Don’t they look like red bricks? This kind of design was very common in the 19th century Europe. Since Hong Kong was governed by the British until 1997, you can see examples of European designs here and there.”
After a satisfying breakfast (I’m amazed by Misha’s ability to devour Hong Kong made parfaits), the five of us set off for today’s sightseeing at 9am, mainly to avoid rush hour traffic. We started by taking the railway to the southern part of the Kowloon peninsula, and this university was right in front of our eyes when we exited the station. Since Alvin, who’s walking in the front with his lady friend, has his back against me, I need to rely on Misha to translate everything he says to me.
“This is the administration building, named after Lee Ka Shing. He has been the richest man in Hong Kong for like 30 years, I don’t know, maybe more than that.”
With a tour guide map of Hong Kong in hand, I’m trying to place a guess on today’s sightseeing route, which Alvin has kept secret from all of us. I probably should have studied it before I came here, but I was too occupied by Student Council work before the flight, and I’ve been busy talking to Misha since we reunited.
“These are the engineering buildings, and those are the humanities buildings.”
The nearby tourist spots seem to be the Avenue of Stars, the Space Museum, the Museum of Art, the Cultural Center, a Clock Tower, along with a whole array of expensive hotels and malls, all along the coast of the famous Victoria Harbor.
“We’re going to the Museum of History and the Science Museum. They are across the other side of this bridge.”
History… Science… Aha! I found them on the map! The two buildings are merely steps away from each other. The Avenue of Stars is not far away either, only two small gardens away from the museums.
“Hey guys, let’s take a picture here.”
This is most likely one of the exits, or entrances, of the university. We gather in front of the entrance plate that has the university’s name on it to take a group photo. We proceed to cross the bridge afterwards.
“That is the cross-harbor tunnel, which leads to Hong Kong Island. There are several cross-harbor tunnels in Hong Kong. This one is the cheapest, so it is always busy. You see? So many cars jamming in front of the entrance.”
“Wow, such an air-polluted area!”
“Yeah. There’s a huge bus stop near that entrance. Many people who work in Central take a bus here to go to work, so they will have to wait in that suffocating area.”
“Do many people live nearby?”
“Not a lot, but the bus stop also works as a bus interchange for those who live far away without a direct bus line from their residential buildings to their workplaces across the harbor.”
“Why don’t they take the MTR instead?”
“If the workplace is far away from the MTR station, then it’s faster to travel by bus, even counting the waiting time. You know, in Hong Kong, time is money.”
Time is money, huh. No wonder Hong Kong is such a fast-paced city.
Having crossed the bridge, we arrive at what seems like a food plaza. Further away in the front is a small park.
“This way, guys.”
Since there’s nothing special in front of my eyes, I turn my attention again to the guide map on hand. Avenue of Stars, Hong Kong’s version of the Hollywood Walk of Fame, is a 40 million dollar project along the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront (Victoria Harbor). It features a 2.5-meter tall bronze statue of Bruce Lee, the famous martial artist who died in 1973 at the age of 32. Along the promenade are plaques honoring celebrities such as actors and actresses, film directors, singers, opera stars, comedians, and cinema owners. Among the big names are Jackie Chan, Chow Yun-fat, Leslie Cheung, Andy Lau, and Stephen Chow. Some of the plaques contain hand prints and autographs, but most of them only contain names as the corresponding celebrities are already deceased.
“This way.”
I follow Alvin’s lead while reading the descriptions on the guide. The Hong Kong Space Museum is an astronomy and space science museum. The building is notable for its hemispherical shape, which contains a planetarium. Most of the facilities of the museum are situated in a building next to the planetarium, many of those are interactive exhibits…
HUH! OH NO!
From the corner of my left eye, I see a car approaching me fast! It’s going to crash into me! In a split second, I reflexively turn my head and jump backward at the same time. I manage to dodge the car in time, but in the process I bump into a person behind me, and we both tumble towards the ground, with me landing on top of that person, and my map on top of me.
I narrowly avoided a car crash, but I crashed into somebody else. I’m sorry!
When I recover and am about to apologize, I discover, to my horror, that the victim, who’s clutching his chest, is none other than the one who I must not bump into!
Oh no! What should I do?
He’s crying in agony! His condition has triggered!
No, please, don’t! I can’t believe this is happening, the one thing I must avoid at all cost. Please tell me it’s not your condition! I don’t want to see you off, especially not in foreign territory! We still have a bright future! Come on!
I want to give him first aid, but I’ve never learned, and, with my hands shaking like an operating washing machine, there’s practically nothing I can do.
Somebody, help!
My companions have come to gather around him. It looks like he’s at least partially sober, not completely losing his consciousness. He’s taking deep breaths, trying his best to recover. I faced a similar scenario a few months ago in the JUSC final. I didn’t do, and couldn’t do, anything at that time because the first aid team was surrounding him. But there’s no first aid team around right now. Even if we call the ambulance, it will take several minutes for help to arrive.
He’s looking worse. I need to react immediately!
I know what I can do. I climb up to face him directly and grab hold of his hands. It’s my fault, boy, but we’ll deal with it together! Come on, I give you my strength! Please hang in there!
With us facing each other, only several centimeters apart, I can see from his eyes, besides an apparent painful expression, a glint of determination. He must know what I’m conveying, even though I’m not signing anything to him. You can do it! You did it three months ago, so please come through one more time!
From the increasing surrounding temperature, I can deduce that more people have gathered to watch. They’re probably speaking Chinese which we won’t comprehend even if I were not deaf. I don’t care, though, and I dare not move my eyes away from him an inch. He needs all the strength from me at this moment!
Don’t give up! Keep taking deep breaths!
Hang in there! You can do it!
Alright, I promise, if we pull through, I can ditch Student Council just for you. If you want me to do anything, I’ll do it too. Don’t you want me to be your girlfriend again? Sure, why not? Just survive, please!
(I make the promises in my heart, so I’m not obliged to fulfill them, haha.)
He’s getting better! His eyebrows are not frowning as hard, and his hands loosen up a bit. His eyes are opening. He’s going to make it!
…
I don’t know why the ambulance hasn’t arrived yet, and I’m not sure what my friends are doing; it doesn’t matter, as I’m confident he’ll come through without extra help.
…
After what feels like eternity, his painful expression is gone, and is replaced by a gentle smile. He draws his right hand out from mine and ruffles my hair. I know the gesture. This means he’s safe. Thank goodness! He’s finally stable! Unable to control my emotions any longer, I give him a big hug, lying on top of him, making sure I’m only touching, but not pressing on, his chest.
Everyone must think I’m his girlfriend. I’m not, but who cares? And I’ll worry about my “promises” later.
I lift my head to face him again. His complexion slowly returns to normal. Someone lends me a handkerchief to wipe his sweat off. This is probably not Misha’s property, so could be Iwanako’s.
“I’m alright, no worries.”
One of my companions must be talking to him. Instead of turning around to join the conversation, I elect to fix my eyes on him until he is fully recovered.
“No need, thanks.”
I feel the crowd slowly dwindling as I clean my ex-boyfriend up.
“I know, but no need. Just grab me some water from the bag, thanks.”
A few minutes later, he signals to us that he’s ready. The four of us work together to lift him up to take a seat nearby, in front of the History Museum. Only at this moment I feel pain on my left knee; it is slightly scratched, so Misha kindly helps me out with the wound.
Even though there are several seats available, the four of us choose to stand here supporting our traveling companion without saying much, feeding him water and wiping his sweat off whenever necessary.
I don’t think I have any more mood to visit the museum. In fact, we should probably escort him back to the hotel.
Now that I have time to reflect, it was such an elementary error on my end. I was so focused on reading the map that I didn’t keep an eye on the surroundings, merely relying on Alvin’s lead. We were obviously crossing a road. I should’ve stopped reading, but I didn’t, because I totally forgot about the potential danger. Such a stupid error! Luckily he survives; otherwise I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.
I take a good look at my friends for the first time since the accident. Misha looks extremely worried. I hope she has kept her lips sealed from the other two about his condition; she hasn’t signed anything as far as I noticed (she always signs everything even after I learned lip-reading). As for Alvin and Iwanako, they both watched his JUSC final match. I wonder if they will link these two events up. Interestingly, Iwanako seems to be hit really hard by the accident, as she is constantly wiping her tears, looking emotionally broken, requiring Alvin’s consolation.
Nobody says anything. I really want to say I’m sorry, but this is probably not yet the time to apologize.
When everything finally returns to normal, the time is already 11 o’clock. My stupidity completely ruined our morning trip.
“I’m feeling much better now. Thanks for everything.”
“Do you need to take a rest? We can go back to our hotel together.”
“No, Alvin. I don’t want to spoil the trip. I can just sit here waiting for you all.”
“How can we do that, Hisao? We’re a group! We can’t just leave you here and go sightseeing ourselves.”
I think I should take the responsibility for the group right now. I don’t want my mistake to affect everybody else’s vacation.
[I’ll escort Hisao to the hotel. You guys continue on the trip.]
“Yes, I agree with Shizune’s idea. Alvin, please lead the girls into the museum. Iwanako, it’s alright now. Don’t worry about me; Shizune will take care of me for now. Misha, please take care of Iwanako and enjoy your visit.”
“But…”
Hisao snaps his fingers, apparently not loud enough to flinch the lovebirds but instead draws an odd giggle from Misha. The message is brought across, though.
“It’s decided. Alvin, what’s your phone number in Hong Kong? I think I should be able to join you all in the evening. I’ll call you in the hotel when I’m ready.”
Alvin hesitantly writes down his 8-digit phone number on a piece of paper and hands it to him. I help my victim stand up, wrapping my fingers around his arm.
“I’ll see you guys soon. Have a nice day.”
“If you insist then take care. Call me if you need any help.”
We nod each other goodbye, and I start my escorting trip by finding a roadsign for the way back to the MTR station.
I feel a bit sorry for Misha. I don’t think she wants to join either of the mini-groups. If she comes with us, sure, we’re best friends, but we don’t want to waste her vacation time in the hotel. If she follows Alvin, as she is pretty much forced to do so right now, she’ll be so awkward traveling around with a couple like that. But it’s still probably better for her to choose the second option.
We don’t say anything during the trip back to the hotel, with my hands busy holding his arm. With the situation as it is, I’d rather keep silent.
I feel so guilty. I always tell Misha to look before you leap, but I failed to practice my words today. Yes, I did try my best to save him, and we came through, but the good fortune doesn’t lessen my guilt one bit. I almost killed him in a foreign country; the mere thought of that is terrifying.
It’s been more than a year since he made the critical mistake that caused me to break up with him. He has been constantly making amends since then, barely making another misstep in front of me. Yet I’ve rejected him multiple times. Schoolwork, exams, university, Student Council, we’ve been completely occupied since our breakup. These are legitimate reasons all right, but I believe that subconsciously I still haven’t fully forgiven him yet. I’m a strict girl. I cannot allow such a blemish to exist in my relationship. In Japan, if a model or a pop star is involved in a scandal, he or she will be booted out of the company at once and can no longer appear on stage any more. Just one error and you’re done for. This is how I, as a perfectionist, have been treating every matter around me. But today this perfectionist committed a terrible mistake. Surely I can defend myself with, say, he survived, no serious damage done, but my conscience is not going to let me escape from this. I start to realize that everyone makes mistakes, and to demand others to be flawless is unreasonable. Misha and Akemi are right: I shouldn’t be too mean towards others. If, after they commit an error, they truly regret and are willing to make compensation, I should forgive them from the bottom of my heart. My cousin once quoted the Bible to me: “Forgive, and you will be forgiven”. At that time I thought she was merely mocking me. Now this verse makes a lot of sense to me, even though I’m not religious; no wonder Jesus said it in the Bible, which is the book of books.
Forgive him, and you will be forgiven. Hmm…
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After grabbing us lunch from a fast food restaurant near the hotel (I simply pointed at the food and paid), we safely arrive at his hotel room without further trouble. He takes out the card and opens the door. I release his hand, allowing him to enter with his share of the food. He needs some quiet time to rest and recover, so I’ll leave him alone. Without signing anything, I grab the door handle and pull it towards me. Before I close the door, I take one last look at my ex-boyfriend.
I’m sorry. Have a nice long rest. I’ll check you out again in the evening.
I attempt to close the door, but he counters my force by grabbing the handle on his side. Does he want me to stay, despite the damage I did to him?
I lift my head to meet his eyes with mine. We’ve been so familiar with each other that we don’t always need sign to communicate. The facial expression clearly tells me he’s yearning for my presence.
I haven’t even completely forgiven him, and I’m already forgiven.
Without any further hesitation, I squeeze myself past the small gap next to the semi-closed door, grab his hand, close the door with my spare hand, and lead him to the bed. I gently push him against the head board, remove his shoes, and lift his legs onto the bed. After removing my own shoes, I proceed to kneel down on the bed, completely disregarding the fact that my knee has a scratch, and give him a warm embrace. I take extra care not to put pressure on his chest, which is admittedly a challenging task due to my competitive “package”.
I forgive you. Please forgive me, and let’s hit the restart button together!
Yup. It’s decided. We’ll start over. Haha, still dominant as usual, huh. That’s me. I am always the rulebook.
I don’t want my glasses. I don’t want my wristwatch. I only want him.
I need to make my amends, and reward him for hanging in there for me. There’s only one thing to do.
Pulling out of the embrace, I remove the above two obstructing items, cup his face with both hands, and press my lips against his.
The last time we did this was the night we acted as lovers for one evening, after successfully overturning the Student Council election ban. I enjoyed that night so much to the point that I was smiling all ears the next day, earning me a teasing comment from Akemi. With Student Council matters out of the way, this vacation is the best chance for us to do it again.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling ourselves even closer. I love taking the initiative, and I’ll continue to do so. He returns the favor by ruffling my hair and wrapping his arm around my waist. Even though he just recovered from a heart attack, I feel his erection pressing hard against me. With our lips locking, my body temperature rises fast, and I start to look for more than a kiss. My body wants what happened in my Saitama home to repeat in this hotel!
No, we cannot, because he’s still recovering. We need to be responsible.
I pull out from the kiss and meet his eyes directly. I’m pretty sure we both know what our partner wants, and we both know we’re not supposed to do that. I shake my head and place my palm on his chest to make things clear.
He smiles, nods, and ruffles my hair again. I’m sorry, we can’t.
But I really want to. I haven’t done it for a long time, so my squirming body is starting to go out of control, especially with his private teasing me like that, luring me to put it inside. I’m amazed by how strong his potential is, despite having spent most of his energy on surviving the morning.
No. We have to restrict ourselves. We cannot succumb to our lust. He needs to recover, and we’re not even officially a couple yet. I can be less strict to others, but I need to be harsh to myself. Time will tell that my decision is correct.
Reluctantly pulling away from him, I get down from the bed and enter the bathroom to wash my face. I’m sorry, buddy. Sorry for blue-balling you.
I return to the bed with my body cooled down significantly, and sit across my ex-boyfriend, who’s smiling at me.
[I’m sorry.]
Sorry for both the accident and the blue-balling.
[It’s alright. Thanks for everything.]
This is our first verbal conversation (well, “sign-al”, I suppose) since the accident, even though we’ve already made a lot of exchanges from eye contact alone.
[I was really afraid that you wouldn’t survive.]
[Your encouragement helped. Thanks.]
The conversation is awkward, but it doesn’t matter. He’s safe; this is what matters.
Our lust largely subsided, I crawl to sit next to him on the right, leaning my head against his shoulder.
We stay like this for a few minutes, neither of us electing to sign anything. The only thing we need right now is each other’s presence.
The lovely moment is soon ruined by my hungry stomach. It must be growling loud enough for my partner to hear, as he smiles and grabs the food on the dresser. Without bothering to move to the table, we simply eat on the bed, leaving the dirty blankets to the cleaning staff. He hands me my portion, and we both start digging in. Before I can take my first bite, though, he takes a spoonful of rice from my lunchbox and places it in front of my mouth.
You’re the patient. I should be the one who spoonfeed you.
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It is 4 o’clock in the afternoon. After a few hours of nice sleep, we are ready to join the rest of the group. My partner picks up the hotel’s phone to dial the number written on the piece of paper by Alvin, while I get down from the bed to clean myself up for the evening.
After he’s done with the call, we proceed to dispose of our lunch boxes and get ready to leave the hotel. His JUSC Champion shirt is fortunately still intact despite this morning’s fall, with only a few washable stains at the back. My shirt is clean, but is a bit sweaty, so both of us need to change. I’m not changing in front of him, so I go to the bathroom.
We take our respective bags, making sure we have enough water for the evening. As I’m wearing my shoes, something, most likely a few knocks on the door, prompts my ex-boyfriend to rush to open it…
Revealing a cheerful Misha!
What? Isn’t she traveling with the couple? Why is she in the hotel?
[What are you doing here? Where are the other two?]
Before Misha can reply, my lover pats me on my shoulder.
[Yeah, Alvin told me already. There’s a change of plans. We’re going to Diamond Hill, where Alvin’s home is.]
[Huh? Are we going to meet Alvin’s family?]
[I don’t know. Probably not.]
[Then why?]
[He said there’s a park nearby. Chinese style. The main point is, it’s a relaxing place. Good for my heart, you know.]
[I see. Are they in Diamond Hill already?]
[Yes. We’re taking the MTR to join them.]
[Awesome. Let’s go.]
With the destination decided, the three of us leave the hotel room and take the elevator. This time I make sure we’re traveling side-by-side whenever possible, so that the accident in the morning will not repeat.
But why is Misha here anyway?
[Misha, aren’t you supposed to join the other two? Why did you come back? And why was the plan changed?]
[Hehe… secret! Wahahahaha!!!]
[No! Tell me!]
My best friend makes a wry face by sticking out her tongue. This is the first time she does this to me!
[Nope! You’ll have to find it out yourself! Wahahahaha!!!]
I doubt Alvin will tell me anything about it, which means I will never know.
Rush hour has not arrived yet, so we’re able to find ourselves seats for the short ride. Studying the map, there are only four stations between Prince Edward and Diamond Hill. It should take only ten minutes. When the train arrives at an interchange station, more than half of the passengers are gone, so we have even more room for ourselves.
We arrive at Diamond Hill station, which, even though contains no diamonds, ironically has decorations resembling diamonds on the green pillars. Standing on the other side of the Exit B gate are our two companions.
“Hey Alvin!”
“Are you alright? Are you sure you don’t need more rest?”
“I’m much better now. I need some fresh air anyway. Staying in the hotel all day won’t help.”
“Then we’re in the right place. The garden we’re visiting is not widely known even by the natives, so it shouldn’t be too crowded.”
“That’s perfect. By the way, why was there a change of plans? Last night you told me we’re visiting the Botanic Garden across the harbor.”
Great! He just asked the question for me!
“Yeah, I already had the route drawn out for us, but we felt like visiting the museums and the Botanic Garden without you two is kind of pointless. So we decided to rearrange the schedule. The original plan was to visit the Ocean Park tomorrow, and take a ferry to Macau the day after. We cannot change the ticket for the Macau Tower, but the Ocean Park tickets do have a valid date range. So we’ll visit the museums tomorrow, go to Macau the next day, and then spend the following day in the Ocean Park. It’s fortunate that we designed two days of buffer for this trip!”
“I see. Fine with me. Thanks for the arrangement.”
“Great! Let’s go.”
Darn! Why don’t you push him harder?
“So, I suppose we’re not going to visit your family, are we?”
“If you wish, we can. We live in the building above the MTR station.”
“Uhm, maybe not. I’m probably not very presentable.”
“As you wish. Let’s turn right.”
After crossing a road, the wooden entrance of the Chinese style garden is right in front of our eyes. The name of the park, in Chinese characters, reads “South Lotus Garden Pool”. Beyond the entrance is a small path leading to the main area. This path, planted with bushes on both sides, is located under two highway bridges; a small piece of green land in the middle of a busy town, what a clever use of space!
Once we step into the main area, the scent of fresh air immediately draws me in, cleansing me from all the grief since this morning. The brown garden main gate, surrounded by trees with their leaves cut into oval shapes, under the soothing yellow rays of the evening sunlight, is a magnificent sight to behold. I absolutely need to capture this beautiful scene with my camera. My ex-boyfriend is breathing deeply, thoroughly enjoying the unpolluted air that we haven’t had a chance to breathe in since we left Yamaku in Halloween.
Upon passing through the main gate, the route branches into two paths of left and right. We walk along the left one, and, a few meters after, we arrive at the entrance of a brown house.
“Let’s get in.”
After stepping on the gray staircases, we enter the said building which is a display center. Every model in this display room is made of fine wood, including temples, towers, palaces, and various utensils. They are replicates of said buildings in the Chinese Tang and Song dynasties more than 1000 years ago. All in all, it’s a whole brown world, and I love it! Let’s capture everything here with my camera. My science major friend is doing the same. Alvin and his lady friend are observing the fine details of a tower, while my simple-minded pink-haired friend is simply enjoying the surroundings. Well, as long as everybody is having fun, it’s fine.
Exiting from the little display center, we walk along a narrow footpath into another greenish area. To the right is a resting spot with tall trees, tables, and chairs. It’s a nice place for my ex-boyfriend to sit down, as we’ve been walking for fifteen minutes already. This is probably a good time of us to drink some water.
Alvin is right: This place is quiet. I’ve seen less than ten people in the park. Maybe the people in Hong Kong are so busy that they cannot afford time to visit gardens.
We chat for a while under the tall banyon trees, giving Hisao enough time to regain energy. Alvin talks about his childhood life in Hong Kong. When he was a child, Hong Kong used to be quite cold during winter months, the temperature often dropping to just above zero degrees Celsius (Hong Kong uses the English unit of Celsius rather than Fahrenheit), so he was forced by his parents to wear as many as seven layers of clothing, making him look like a ball. Recently, however, due to the effects of global warming, Hong Kong has been getting warmer even in December. For example, today’s temperature is 19 degrees Celsius, even though Christmas is approaching. In a sense, winter is almost non-existent in Hong Kong right now, because the temperature rarely drops to single-digit values. Alvin says he likes summer, so he doesn’t mind the temperature increase, but he knows that many people, especially girls, love winter because they can wear a lot of beautiful clothes. Their hopes are now cruelly dashed.
Hisao indicates that he’s ready, and we continue on our exploration. In front of us is a red bridge leading to a small golden tower. Unfortunately the tower entrance is closed; maybe we’re not supposed to enter the tower. We skip the bridge for now and continue down the road into an extremely beautiful area. There’s a small river between two stone-made paths, and the soothing stream flow is one of the most refreshing sights I’ve ever seen. The water flowing sound must be even more soothing; if only I was not deaf! There’s a small wooden pavilion in the middle of the area. On top of the pavilion’s roof is a
kirin (mythical animal) made of bronze. The whole fascinating scene is simply out of this world! No wonder people say Chinese gardens are one of the most relaxing places in the world.
We arrive at another larger brown building. This seems to be a traditional Chinese home modified into an exhibition center, in which there are all kinds of colorful jars, vases, and plates, which are probably replicates of those in ancient times. The exterior of the building is planted with, according to Alvin’s translations from the Chinese descriptions, all kinds of rare petrified wood. Wow! This garden is much more valuable than I thought!
Continuing on the main path, we’re walking around a large pond in which there are goldfish, carps, turtles, and other creatures I cannot identify. Everything around here is either green (trees), grey (stones), or brown (wooden pavilions or the like). Eventually we arrive at a very interesting area: A small waterfall pouring on something which looks like a stone model of a mountain. This “mountain” is built by rocks in the shape of hexagonal prisms, with large moss attached to them. The water from the waterfall could be brought up by the windmill like structure to the left of it. Under the waterfall is a small pond. According to Alvin, below the water surface are small oval stones that help distilling the water, making it clean and fresh; this waterfall also seems to be the source of all the water in the whole garden. There’s another hexagonal wooden pavilion above the waterfall, the top of it being made of bronze metal pieces. Behind the waterfall, below the pavilion is a vegetarian restaurant. We briefly consider having dinner in this restaurant before deciding that the price is not quite worth it.
Moving on, we pass through more (yes, even more) trees and pavilions until we arrive at the other side of the red bridge. To the right is some stairs leading to a monastery, while to the left is the golden tower. Now that we’re here, we can observe the tower in more details. This is an octagonal tower with two floors, following the style of the Tang dynasty buildings. The top seems to be decorated with jewels and crystals. Alvin says that the tower is the focal point of the whole garden, and these crystals are attached to optical fibers such that they can illuminate the whole garden at night. Wow! How surprising! The tower is situated in a small island in the middle of a pond, linked by the two red bridges we just walked across. In the island we can see lotus and oval stones.
I see! This is where the name of the park comes from: “South” probably means that the whole garden is to the south of the monastery above. “Pond” refers to the two ponds we’ve seen so far: the one here with the golden tower, and the larger one from the waterfall area, linked by the river we saw next to the
kirin pavilion. “Lotus” refers to the numerous lotus planted here and in other parts of this garden. And “Garden” means garden. So, “South Lotus Garden Pond”, what a nice name.
We’re now back at the wooden display area, which means we’ve walked through the whole garden! Hisao doesn’t look too tired, and the other girls look refreshed as well. Nice! It’s time for dinner! So, where are we going?
“We’re going to the plaza over there. It’s called Hollywood Plaza. On the third floor is a food court. I’ll treat everybody
Teppanyaki (sizzling plate). Any objections?”
[“YAY~~!! I LOVE IT~~!! What are we waiting for, Shicchan? Let’s go!!!”]
Misha grabs my hand and pulls me towards the garden’s exit. Do you really know where to go? Sigh. Misha is still 100% the Misha back in Yamaku days.
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[No need to be shy, Shicchan. There’s no need to hold back!]
[I already said no, Misha.]
[Don’t mind us, Shicchan! We’ll be more than happy to do that for you~!]
[Thanks, but no thanks, Misha.]
[But this is such a great opportunity! To, you know, make your “amends”.]
[I already made my amends, and, I say once again, no.]
[You know that’s clearly not enough! At least you have to…]
I have to cut her off if I don’t want to hear what I think is coming out from her polluted mind.
[I know what you’re thinking. Misha, as the Student Council ex-President, let me make things clear. I’ll be your roommate for tonight. In. This. Room.]
I point my two index fingers at the ground to further stress my point.
[Awww~~~ Shicchan is so stubborn~~ But you’re blushing!! Is this what we mean by girls don’t always speak what’s in their minds~? Wahahahaha!!!]
I roll my eyes on her, but deep in my heart I’m happy to have such a best friend who truly understands what I’m thinking. Her proposal of moving to Iwanako’s room in order to give me space to make “amends” with my ex-boyfriend is certainly appealing, but I simply cannot accept.
[Stop trying to read my mind!]
Misha shrugs nonchalantly.
[Whatever. If you insist, then I’m going to shower. See ya later~.]
She grabs her new clothes and heads towards the bathroom, shaking her head along with her trademark bubblegum hair.
[What a waste of chance~~]
Am I wasting my chances? Maybe, but I have my own principles. I cannot cross the bottom line, no matter what.
It’s been a long day, so, after Misha enters the bathroom, I take a rest on the armchair, keep myself hydrated, and casually review the photos we’ve taken in the evening. Fifteen minutes later, Misha comes out, and we switch places without talking. She must be tired as well.
After cleaning ourselves up, it’s time for bed. We turn off the lights, switch on the lamp next to the head board, and sit next to each other on the bed. I want to start our bedtime chat with some relaxing small talk about today’s trip, but Misha’s flat face tells me that her mind is still on the room allocation issue, or more accurately, my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.
[Shicchan, to be honest, what I said earlier, I’m serious about it. You should take the opportunity to bond with your boyfriend.]
[He’s not my boyfriend, Misha.]
Wrong reply. Misha’s getting angry.
[Shicchan! Why are you still so stubborn? We’re best friends, aren’t we? Are you still going to hide your feelings from me?]
I guess further denial won’t do me any good. I might as well tell the truth.
[You’re right, Misha. Sorry, my bad. Yes, of course I’d like to spend some time with him alone. We already did that in the afternoon, though. I don’t want to sleep with him just yet.]
[Why?]
[He’s not yet fully recovered! And we’re not officially adults yet, so it’s not ethical for us to do so. We need to be responsible. Also, you moving out to sleep with Iwanako might cause her some trouble.]
[Don’t mind us, but didn’t you two did it once already in Saitama?]
[We did, and I truly regret it. It was such an impulsive act. I’ve promised myself that I can never let the same happen again until… at least after we become adults, and hopefully after marriage.]
[But aren’t you tempted to do that when given the chances? How can you resist?]
[I admit it’s pretty hard to resist, but I’ve got to exercise my self-control. Think about the consequence. Think about the long-term effects. Slow down, cool down, and think rationally. Only then I’ll be able to make the correct decisions.]
She turns her eyes away from me towards the windows thoughtfully.
[Shicchan, I’m so impressed with you. You’re the ultimate example of self-restraint. What I failed to do, you’re doing it so well.]
It’s true that one of my best traits is self-management, and I’m proud of myself with that. However, I’m curious what she meant in her last statement. During our four-year friendship, we’ve shared almost everything with each other, but not once did she tell me anything about her relationships. Since she seems to be totally blank in that regard, I assume she has never dated.
[Did you just say you failed? You never told me! Have you made a boyfriend in America already?]
Misha quickly flails her hands around, trying her hardest to deny.
[Huh? No! Um… I… I mean… I was talking about eating! You know, I’ve been eating parfait after parfait since we arrived at Hong Kong! I should’ve controlled my appetite, but I haven’t been able to do that! I’ve got to learn from you!]
Eating, huh. Why do I find it so hard to believe?
[Are you sure you’re talking about eating, and not hiding a boyfriend from me?]
[Of course not! I promise you, Shicchan, if I’ve made a boyfriend, I’ll tell you at once, okay?]
[Alright then.]
It seems like she’s honest about being single. Then it makes me even more curious. There must be something behind the two words “I failed”. They say that women’s sixth sense is very accurate. I’m sure she’s been hiding something from me.
Why am I having an ominous feeling about this? I hope it is just my imagination.
Let’s not worry about it for now. We have a long trip coming up tomorrow, so let’s take a nice long rest, and be the first one to grab breakfast tomorrow morning.
Oh, I totally forgot about my “promises”! Well, I’m tired, so let’s leave it to the next day. Goodnight, Misha. Goodnight, my ex-boyfriend.
Chapter 58: Arrhythmia and Two Couples