I was reading Hear The Wind Sing creatively written by Haruki Murakami on my bed. Hana and I got no classes today so we just stayed at home and did nothing.

The book was a masterpiece. I had been reading this for the umpteenth times already and I would never get bored of it.

The novel is about a young man who was a student of a university in Tokyo and he returned to his seaside hometown for summer vacation. And he dated a girl but she committed suicide. Then later he met with a girl who lost her little finger when she was 8. All in all he dated with three different girls but ended with other girl.

It had nothing to do with me to be honest. The storyline was catchy and it made me wanted to read it over and over again.

Or maybe – it became my favorite book because it was my very first book.

Years ago, I was not a girl who would read books or novels when I had free time. I would rather sleep or watching dramas than reading novels.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I sat next to him on the couch. He moved near to me and put his hand around my shoulders. I leaned my head on him.

“Reading. Do you like reading?” he asked.

I gave him what-the-hell-man look and he laughed. “Who the hell read novels during their free time? Shouldn’t you be sleeping or shopping or going out?”

His eyes still on the book, “I do baby, I do. Hey, reading isn’t that bad okay!” he turned his face to me and started ruffling my hair.

I laughed as I tried to shove him away but his grip over my shoulder was too strong. “Stop it you cow!”

“I am a handsome cow!” he joked and pulled me into a hug.

I could hear his heartbeat as I leaned my head on his chest. We stayed silence for a few minute.

“You won’t leave me, right?” I asked suddenly.

He smiled and gave a kiss on my forehead. I shut my eyes. I really loved when he kissed and hugged me as his life depended on it.

“What kind of question is that?” he laughed.

How did he manage to laugh adorably?

“Of course I wouldn’t leave you, babe! You know how much I love you,” he said.

“How much do you love