His Spring Symphony

Chapter One: Waste of Curry Noodles

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HARU

    Haru loved when her class finished early on Friday mornings. When her class ended, she rushed to her favourite restaurant in campus and ordered the famous curry noodles. She then chose a spot near the large window and sat there while waiting for her food. Today there was nothing much to do. She already did her laundry before class and it was already the end of semester so no more assignments or exams too.

    She wasn't planning on going home that week since she just wanted to stay at her hostel near her campus and doing some sketches tomorrow of singers and books characters.

   She also didn't want to go home and hear her parents fight again. It has been five years since her parents divorced but they still fought every time they met. It was just so unbearable, and the fact that both of her parents bad mouthed each other on their backs. Her siblings weren't any help in that situation either. They would all were going to badmouthing dad with mom.

    For Haru, she just wanted peace and quiet. She hated loud surroundings. It drove her crazy. Staying at the hostel was the only option to do so. Since her best friend was still busy with her own university miles away. Haru always grateful that she owned the room. It made her feel grateful too because sometimes, Wanda would be stay a week or more with her if she didn't feel safe anywhere.

    The food came just in time before her thoughts went wild again. "Here you go, curry noodle with less veggie." The owner, a Chinese man in his 60's said and served her food.

     "Thank you..." Haru said quietly and nodded her head in gratitude.

Thank you, God, for blessing me with good food.

    When she was about to eat her food, someone knocked on her table. Haru looked up and saw three men with black suit standing near her. "Haru Walt." It wasn't a question.

   "Yes...?" Haru gulped, the men looked like the loan shark that has been chasing her dad for years. "Can you come with us?" One of the men said. Politely?

   "Why should I?"

    "There..." the man pointed outside. In one of black Jeep that parked outside, Haru saw a woman waving in her direction.

    "Mom..? What is she doing inside the car?"

     "You should follow us, Haru Walt. You will know later..." Not wanting to cause a scene in the campus, she stood up quickly and followed those men, entering the black jeep.

"Mom..."

    "Still, Haru. Don't say anything." Her mom grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly.

    She was horrified but she was prepared. Sooner or later, the loan shark would definitely find her. It was weird though. Mom, not knowing Haru knew either, was the only one who knew about dad's debts. Yes, she would suspect, but Haru doubt she knew it.

    Haru sighed, thinking about the curry noodles that cost 5 dollars that she hadn't touched.

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HUNTER

    Hunter stared at his own reflection. He wore his new pair of suit and his favourite tie. His lips pursed, looking at his reflection, and breathed in.

    Today is the day. He thought nervously. He cleared his throat and practice again. He lend out his hand to his reflection and smiled sheepishly. "Hi, I'm Hunter Laskov. Nice to meet you. I hope we will have great days ahead."

No, too creepy. He shook his head.

    "Hi Haru. I'm Hunter. I've waited for your arrival for a long time." He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. No, that's too desperate.

    He breathed in for four seconds and breathed out seven. His eyes then stared back at the mirror again, his eyes kept focusing on the photos that he stuck on its side.

    His papa has been sending Hunter photos of Haru since the past few months. There were four of them so far. A photo Haru outside her campus, Haru sitting with her group of friends, Haru reading a book, or draw, and Hunter's personal favourite, Haru smiling when she was walking on a street with her headphone on.

    "Haru Johana Walt. 22 years old. Born in Winter." Hunter laughed. Hunter was born in Summer. As his mama, 'expert' of pairing, said, they would make a perfect match.

    "Second child of Wallace Walt. Is an English major and took an art class as an elective subject..." Hunter trying to recall all her information in his head.

    "Hobbies are...reading...drawing, listening classical music..." Hunter grabbed his favourite picture of her with his thumb, he stroked her smiling face. Hunter grinned sideways, "-interesting..."

    Haru, even when she wasn't the prettiest girl on earth, she did look rather charming in Hunter's eyes. She had this short layered cut hairstyle with the same hair colour that she was born with; dark brown, her skin colour was yellowish-pale, since she mixed Japanese on her mother's side. For a girl who loved classical music, she did have a very edgy style on clothing. Her outfits on every picture in Hunter's room were in dark shades of colour.

   If there was a word to describe her, she would be beguiling.

    "Sir!" There was a knock at the door almost made Hunter crush the picture in his hand.

     "She's here!" His man said on the other side of the door.

    Hunter stared at the mirror one last time and corrected his suit, made his perfectly combed hair neater. He didn't realised that he was a nervous wreck.

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   You could say that Hunter's dreams crushed.

    Well, first of all, Haru didn't look like the girl Hunter imagined her to be. She was feet away from where Hunter was standing and she didn't look pleased. At all. It all seemed that suddenly Hunter could see her aura. It was grey as a thunderstorm.

    Her smiling in Hunter's head vanished into thin air. She looked pissed in front of him, arms folded, shoulders squared and her hair was messy. She looked mean and exhausted.

    "Hello, damy..." Vladimir's voice echoed from behind. Hunter could see that his papa was happy. Vladimir's small figure came quickly. When she saw Vladimir, she moved behind her mother, like a child that scared of a lion, and as if her mother could protect her as if her mother couldn't die. Hunter stared at his papa in confusion.

'Why does she looks so scared?' His face said.

'I'll explain later." Vladimir's face expressed.

     Hunter turned back to her. "Mom, what's going on?" She sounded worried. Does she know about this marriage? Hunter looked at her, gulping.

     "Welcome to our home, damy. Well, hotel, actually and this is his home." Vladimir chuckled and came nearer to the mother and daughter and kissed the mother's hand, like a polite man.

    "Priyekhat', ladies, I'll introduce you to my son, Hunter. Hunter, Haru, you two have a better life to come." Vladimir smiled and led the two women to the living room.

    When Haru walked passed Hunter, still attached to her mother's back, she couldn't help to look at the young man near her. Hunter could tell that her eyes were filled with confusion and trepidation, like all the people that didn't know him personally, see him.

    Well, he couldn't blame her to be scared of him either.