-Erik-
Ah, how could it be so
unconsciously to feel warm, enthusiastic, and at times, sophorific, to talk
about love? To talk about dream? To talk about her hair, her smile, her
habits-- to talk about his smile, his jokes, his habits? Was it because the
pulse of our heart actually driven by them?
Something weird happened
lately to the 14 years old of himself, nearly 15 years ago. He was no longer
complacent to talk about those things, qualitatively. What remains were mostly
flatness. At times, a shape of determination. A determination then shaped a tinge
of passion. Then a hunger, hunger for more.
Some men would
undoubtfully express their feelings by sharing it with circles of random
friends, random people. He became wouldn't. Even when someday came public the
times when privacy to be something commonly announced, he promised that he
wouldn't. Apart from his professional accomplishment.
Erik Wilhelm Ahlgren
smiled, his thin smile smoothened his hard, skull-bulging feature. Outside his
four-wheel ride, on his right, a prairie of daisy lily, dandellions, more
grass, more grass. On his left, an even vaster land of the mighty Sweden plain,
more grass, more grass, maybe a flow of a warm stream ahead of him.
This is the kind of
atmosphere he had always been fond of. A serene nature. 95 kilometres away, in
the cities, there maybe lights that's been on since dawn. As a normal European
young lad, he didn't deny it. He occasionally enjoyed the dark surrounding the
shining buildings at night, on the bank of the river in Gothenborg, as for
example. The sensation was always different, each of them, which why was it so
refreshing to taste in turn between the two.
-Therryana-
She would never be bored
here, she thought at first. She would really enjoy at least three summers, just
resting and relaxing her mind, maybe writing one or two proses at times she
feels like it. A great cook in the kitchen, a loving nearly-a-cousin maid, a
Scandinavian rose garden behind her bedroom. Every two weeks she would be
visited by one of the most dreamt-of gentleman by girls all around the world,
none other than her caring, dashing brother, Arthur, whom she would always be
able to indulge herself on his chest to.
She was not too blind
about biology. She knew that this is the time when feromones takes place that
she felt like longing for someone. But she wondered, must it be that
over-lusty? Was it that really all about? Sure that deep inside she hoped that
she would get someone as kind and loving as his brother Arthur, but given that
he became one of the boys she interacted with most of her time until now, she
was rather afraid that she would have become Arthur-complex: any guy with
golden hair and blue eyes, with a little bit of educated manner would easily
made her fall for him. It would surely remind her of how comfortable and safe
it was to hide beneath an Arthur-like shadow.
No.
She had her own problem
already. As much as she did not want her lover to merely care about her
apperance, her body, her smile, her look--- she did not want to love someone
merely for his attributes. She wanted to care for him for who he really was.
She just had not figured
how.
Arthur, she called.
It was a nice room,
where they were now. Across her bed, a tall, broad window displaying the side
garden of the house, a scenery of The Hjalmaaren in the distance. Every morning
Britta would replace yesterday's tulips or lilies beside her bed, which
dispersing such a fresh scent in the air. A round tea table and a wooden brown
jati chair were placed on the right side near the window, where Arthur, when he
came to visit, usually sit upon, doing his works with books.
As today. The auburn
haired gentleman turned his face towards his sister, then rose to his feet as
he always did whenever Therry wanted to talk to him; he would come over so
Therry would not have to louden her speak.
Therryana lifted her
body so she was now upright, leaning against the backrest of her bed.
I want to know,
Therryana started to talk.
-Anthony-
Borg, her half-Bavarian
and Russian so they called 'bodyguard', had always been a nice company in
journeys, but given her easy going personality, that was how Anthony always
felt about going in far-distanced journey with anyone accompanying her. Borg
was funny, and his jokes were at times dumm-witted.
Like just now, the time
they finally obtained the car to rent and drive across Oerebro along the stream
of Svartan. He reversed the conversation back to the occasion they experienced
on the bank of the stream in Soedra Strandgatan where they happened to meet the
brunette handsome man.
Oh my God, he was so
handsome! Borg almost squealed like a girl, and Anthony laughed fairly
heartily. She flapped her lemon-green morning coat to wrap her torso even more
as the open shield did not shelter them from the fairly-cold breezing wind in
Sweden's summer. This was another witty suggestion from Borg: let's drive the
open shielded car, so we could enjoy the warm, summer noon in the plain! Woo
hooo!
But it turned out to be
quite windy. But Borg, perhaps due to his meaty body, seemed to be really fine
and enjoying it.
Anthony rechecked her
two-way pager. Another message from Albert, her cousin. She smiled. Albert
seemed to be not really pleased. He was supposed to be arriving in Stockholm in
nearly two hours from now, but his plane was again, delayed in Copenhagen.
Her prodigy cousin,
Albert. It was he who gave her(confidentially) this advanced pager, another
exciting (in his opinion) result from his lab research at Cambridge. Albert was
really genuine in science. That's what makes him so exotic, Anthony always had
such an impression towards him.
So this whole week of
vacation in Oerebro and surrounding places of The Lake Hjalmaaren supposed to
be fun: there will be she, Therryana, and Anthony's other cordial cousins,
Albert Davidovich and Arthur Levan. They were awesome group, Anthony really
loved it them to be hanging around together. It was a pity that the occassion
was due to Therryana's ill. Even that finally Albert was willing to come. Ah,
Mom, Pa, Uncle Fadev, Jo, and Dave should be here as well... Anthony thought,
while she casted her gaze to the distant mountainous scenery around the road.
Look, Borg, don't you
love it that I picked you to keep me company, Ann poked Borg's shoulder and
laughed.
Hey, you owe me one,
Borg laughed back.
Indeed, Anthony happened
to skip almost her entire first week of summer school in reading Latin during
the seven days trips in Oerebro. No one would forbid her, not Pa or Mom, but it
was just quite unethical. First, she was sent to a village near Altdorf to have
a Lady Summer School, or any summer school she liked that she had applied for
the preceeding semester, and although she had said she would like to visit
Therry for some time, it turned out that her tendency changed.
Although the change was
not unreasonable.
She had to meet Albert.
Pa said that wherever
she goes she would always need to be accompanied by one of the Hidden Horses,
so she chose Borg, especially because he would not be too much protocoler in
asking why she should leave Switzerland so much. Borg promised that he would
not question why Ann needed to go to Sweden in such a length of time, alone,
without her other family member, or speak about it to the other family. Ann had
saved some of her pocket money for two way tickets for both of them, without
disturbing her summer school money amount. Even when it turned out that she
lost her appetite of summer school after she left Sweden this time, she had
prepared it to return the summer school money back to her parents.
Hey, turned out that
you're lucky this time, Borg, Ann pointed at a four-wheel drive that apparently
just stopped by the fence of the same house where she and Borg headed to.
The brunette gentleman
was loading what seemed to be his baggages and other belongings down the car.
Borg parked just behind him. Anthony saw the emblem of Uppsala University
Research Hospital attached to one of the luggage.
The brunette gentleman
of Soedra Strandgattan , accidentally, seemed to be that new doctor of
Therryana's Albert had spoken before.
What a coincidence?
