The Sight of Two Skies (2)

-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?