Erstwhiles
31. The Young Man
This is not the first time Acha has boarded a private jet. But obviously the American-made Gulfstream G-5 which turns out to be owned on behalf of Karel himself is more sophisticated than his father's British Aerospace 146. Just look at how the interior is designed as comfortable as possible, with window frames that emit a bluish dim light to relax the atmosphere. Not to mention a bar table with a collection of expensive drinks, LED Screen and home teather equipment whose size almost meets the fuselage, and of course the soft sofas are chiffon-colored that invite anyone to idle.
As this is a private jet, not much seating is provided. It may only fit twenty passengers. But Karel had a room of his own with a long and large sofa that became his favorite. Wait, this is not worth calling a couch. It was even large enough to lie down.
"Surge! You think my legs are a pillow?" Acha did not accept her thighs as a heavy Karel head pad. His back rested on the end of the sofa and his legs dangled to the floor. In such a relaxed position it could be that Karel was acting like a child.
"I don't want to! I want to sleep like this!" Karel.
"But your head is heavy!" acha's hand tried to shift Karel's head, but free, Karel did not budge from his position.
"Just a moment! We can change positions."
Acha rolled her eyeballs, "Who would want to switch positions?"
"I insist," Karel did not want to debate.
"By the way, I just found out that you have a private jet. I mean, a private jet that's really under your name." Acha looked at the man's face from above. When viewed from a position like this somehow Acha's maternal instincts tickled out. Karel really is like an adorable big baby. Unknowingly Acha's hand was raised and rubbed Karel's hair slowly.
"You know, during school, I lived in Germany with my grandparents. When I was seventeen, I attended a robotics Olympics there. Yes even though I only won the champion of hope, but my grandparents were overjoyed. They bought this as a tribute to me," Karel casually recounted his personal life.
"It turns out that in addition to being a spoiled youngest baby, your brain can too" said Acha did not want to blatantly praise.
"Not spoiled his name. But spoiled. Not most kids are like that. No matter how mature you grow up, they'll keep you a little boy."
Also true. As a fellow youngest child Acha also felt it. Is it a nature if a youngest child will always be spoiled?
Karel stared back at Acha's bead that was now centered on him, "My grandfather and grandmother once said, I am a talented child. I can be anything I want, no need to obey my parents who want their children to be a business man. I can create advanced features in smartphones, computers, even robotic and computer science incorporation tools. But my father wasn't satisfied as long as I didn't master the business strategy. He said it was useless to have a brilliant brain that could create many things if not able to market it. People like Nathan, though ordinary, but very smart to use people with skills like me to make it into the gold mine. But I could never be what my father wanted me to be. I'm not talented at being a business person."