He is Enchanted

The Thing He Hates The Most Is Waiting

"Have you thought about what I said this morning?"

Roman untied the tie that felt strangling his neck. Then taking off his suit and placing it on the hanger, he stepped closer to his wife, who was silent in the corner of the bed.

But his steps stopped when his wife turned her face away from Roman. "Yeah."

Roman sighed, then he sat on the other corner while unbuttoning the one on his wrist. "But you don't look like you've thought about it, Ane."

But Ane gives him no answer, not even a slight nod or a shake of the head.

Roman turned his body to face Ane. "You know I don't like it when you lie? I'm always letting you go to the bar. I can pick you up if you want like I usually do."

But Roman's smile faded when Ane stood up and went into the bathroom.

Roman lowered his head while rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

What's wrong, huh?

Roman turned his gaze to the bathroom door when he heard the sound of running water.

Is there something missing?

A minute that feels boring passed. Roman stepped out of the room and headed to his kitchen.

He heard Miles playing with Niall in their playroom. It seemed like an extraordinary battle was going on from there. Roman just smiled as he shook his head. He would come to play with the two of them after this.

Roman takes two glasses of wine and a bottle of 19XX wine. He carried it with the tray back to his room; who would have thought that Ane had come out of the bathroom.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Roman said as he put down the tray he had placed.

Then Roman opened the cap of the wine bottle, poured it into the two glasses. He lifted the two glasses and gave one of them to Ane.

Ane accepted it, but he immediately looked away and sat on the bed, and suddenly he was busy with his cell phone.

Roman sauntered while shaking his wine glass, and then he sat on the sofa opposite his bed.

Ane seemed to enjoy Roman's wine while occasionally smiling at the small object.

This method did not succeed in persuading Ane to talk to Roman. So Roman decided to stand up with his glass; he walked past Ane and her bed.

"I'm in my room if you need me."

"Painting again, painting again."

Roman was surprised. He turned his head and found Ane, who finally looked at him.

"From the beginning, all you cared about was a painting or a book. You never even wanted to go out with me to a party."

Roman closed his eyes for a moment. "Ane, you know I don't like partying, and I don't drink much anyway."

But Ane turned his face away. "From the first, your reason is always the same, even though other people can invite their partner to go to a party, but why can't I?"

Roman blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, I'll find an empty schedule so I can join the party with you. How?" asked Roman with a smile.

But Ane got up, passed Roman while nudging his shoulder.

"Whatever," he said.

His heart ached as if someone was boiling his heart. He then held Ane's hand, stopping the woman's movements. "You know, I'm sick of your attitude, Ane. I already want to go. Why are you still being curt?"

Ane laughed sarcastically. "You want to go already? You're even still prioritizing other things, aren't you? You said you'd be looking for an empty schedule, weren't you leaving tonight, right?"

Ane pulled his hand, but Roman kept holding it. "You just came home yesterday in a state of unconsciousness. You're leaving again tonight? You're crazy, Annie."

Ane's face reddened. This time she pulled her hand with all her might. Roman, who didn't predict it, couldn't hold Ane's hand, and his hand escaped Roman's grip. "You've always been a stiff nerd, not knowing how to have fun!"

Ane stepped away from Roman, who was silent in his place. The old man could only stare at Ane's back away from him.

Roman put his wine glass next to the wine bottle.

Roman wonders why he doesn't like the bitter taste of wine. Roman also wonders why he doesn't like loud music.

If Roman likes wine and parties, he can come with Ane wherever he wants to party.

Roman laughed, more like laughing at himself.

What kind of thinking is that?

Roman finally decided to get out of his room. He needed a breath of fresh air because his brain was starting to short circuit instead of a fire, right?

Roman took Liana's novel, which was lying on the table in front of the exit, maybe the girl put this novel down to make sure nothing was left in her bag, but she didn't retake this novel from the table and just left.

Although this book was not a book that Roman would read, he took it anyway. Roman felt too lazy to go up to the second floor and take his book.

On the other hand, Roman pulled the door of his house open, but to his surprise, he found someone standing in front of him, as surprised as he was.

***

"Ah. Go-good afternoon, Mr. Pearson."

Why did Ethan feel like his luck was running out so fast lately? Even though he didn't do anything that could potentially cause problems, why did he feel like he was unlucky all the time?

Ethan decided to go home after Guen took him around the first floor of his cafe because suddenly he felt bored spending time in the cafe for a long time.

Guen said they had to wait for the old man to contact them first.

Ethan sighed with unnecessary force. How long precisely should they wait for the old man to contact them? What if he never got them again?

"After all, who forbade me to see him? I just went to the old man's house, knocked on the door, and asked if he was home or not? Why wait for him to call first?"

Ethan paused and felt that was a good idea. After all, the old man didn't look like someone who would contact someone first.

So on the way home, Ethan stopped by a supermarket, intending to buy something for the old man. But as he stood before the row of fresh fruit, Ethan scratched his head.

"What a fool, why didn't I ask her favorite fruit yesterday? How about buying him something, and it turns out he has allergies?"

After exhausting deliberation, Ethan went to the cashier with a pound of avocado. "The avocado green color is cute. How could he refuse it," he said.

Just watch out if the old man refuses Ethan's avocado.

But after arriving in front of the gate of his house and being ushered in by his maid. Ethan hesitated, and he stood for a few minutes in front of the door before he finally decided to cancel his intention.

And just then, someone opened the door, and Roman emerged from the door, in long black pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He brought a book.

"Good afternoon, Ethan. Liana wasn't home."

Oh, how annoying.

"I didn't actually come looking for Liana. I was looking for you."

Ethan saw the old man smile, then raised an eyebrow. Ethan smiled and then handed over the plastic bag he was carrying. "I want to give this to you."

Roman saw the white plastic bag containing the avocado and immediately took it from Ethan's hand.

"Thank you," Roman said with a smile that had not faded from his face.

A smile that would never leave his face.

"Oh yes, Mr. Pearson, I have something else."

Ethan put his hand into his bag. Roman laughed when he saw Ethan, who had trouble taking it out because it seemed pretty large, so it involved other things around him.

"Need help?" he asked, laughing.

Ethan glared at him. "I'm not a child. I can do it myself."

Roman just nodded his head, leaning against the door, with his eyes still not leaving the man in front of him.

Until in the end, what Ethan managed to get out of his bag, surprised Roman.

Two small canvases with paint.

"Tada, I found this," Ethan said, handing Roman one of the canvas and paint.

"Have you seen this? This is paint by number, this thing is going viral right now, and at the cashier, when I wanted to pay for the avocado, I saw it. My choice was good, wasn't it?"

Roman accepted the canvas. His lips curled downwards when he received the canvas.

"My choice is good, isn't it? I have a picture of the mountains," said Ethan, holding up his canvas.

Roman nodded. "Right, good choice."

He could see how Ethan was smiling proudly, puffing out his chest. "Now, you have to teach me how to paint."

Roman frowned. "What should I teach? After all, you just need to color it. There are already lines and numbers."

Ethan pursed his lips. "Anyway, I don't care. You have to teach me how to paint."

"You don't even need to make the color. You don't have to think about the gradation and blending of colors. Just pass your brush to the canvas. What else do I have to teach you?"

Ethan snorted in disgust. "I've never painted, never even held a brush!" Ethan protested.

"It's not that hard. You can do it yourself."

"It's difficult. That's why I want you to teach me."

"You try it yourself first."

"Do not want to! You have to teach me. I don't understand!"

Roman gave him a silly grin. "Okay, I give up. I'll teach you."

Ethan smiled contentedly.

"But not now."

"No problem, I won't be going anywhere until the evening."

"Not today either."

Ethan pursed his lips again.

"Tomorrow afternoon, how?"

"At the early rise coffee bar?"

Roman shook his head. "In my house."

Ethan was about to ask why, but he immediately nodded his head. "You know if you can't tomorrow, that's fine too."

Roman smiled and shook his head. "No, just come to your house tomorrow after coming home from work."

Ethan smiled. His heart is hammering like crazy right now. "It's good to see you doing just fine."

"Yeah."

"I will go know," said Ethan, scratching the back of his neck.

"See you."

His eyes are now sparkling. "See you too, Mr. Pearson."

Ethan stepped back; he didn't seem to want to break his sights with Mr. Peason, who is now back leaning against the door.

"Be careful not to hit something."

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Pearson. I'm fine!"

"Up to you."

Roman suddenly remembered something, Roman's surprised face made Ethan stop his movement, even though he had just made it down the stairs.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Pearson?"

Roman came to his senses, and then he shook his head. "Ah, actually, I want to take you to the bar. Can you tonight?"

Ethan was shocked. He almost hit a flower pot.

"Don't you like drinking, Mr. Pearson?"

Roman's confused face indicated to Ethan that he had just mentioned something he should never have known; Ethan hastily shook his hand, shaking his head.

"Guen just told me, it's not a big thing, I-I asked him too."

Roman nodded, getting used to Ethan's inquisitive nature.

"It's okay. Next time ask me directly. So, what can you do tonight?"

Ethan scratched his temple. "You can, but why don't we just paint tonight?"

Roman shook his head. "I want to try to have some fun with you tonight."

"I see," said Ethan with an uncertain tone. "I'd also be happy if we paint. No need to go to the bar for fun, you know."

Ethan was silent for a moment, and then he turned his head. A flushed make an appearance on his cheek.

"I'm already feeling pleased to be able to spend time with you."

Roman widened his eyes.

"I understand we live in different generations, so maybe the things we like are different, but if you don't like what I'm doing, or I don't like what you're doing, we can find something else to do together, can't we?"

"But you don't like painting, do you?"

Ethan shook his head. The next thing Ethan said made Roman's heart warm.

"I've never tried it. How can I know I like it or not? But I'm sure I'll love the time I spend with you."