The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"What are you doing?" Rafael shouted as he rushed into the room, where Cheri was resting. Then it slammed into the window.
"Don't come any closer!" Cheri screamed outside the window.
Cheri was actually thinking of escaping, but other than the window of the room, there was no other way out of the room. So he jumped out the window.
But the room is on the seventh floor.
Now, Cheri was standing rigidly on a balcony two feet wide without any safety. Just a little slipping can be fatal.
"My feet are frozen" said Cheri Parau. "If you surprise me, I can slip."
Rafael froze looking at Cheri with a horrified expression. Don't know what he's gonna do.
"In fact, I want to escape" Cheri confessed. "I didn't know I was upstairs."
Rafael bowed out the window carefully.
"I.." Cheri started shivering. "I want to go home…"
Rafael held out his hands slowly. Cheri hasn't noticed. And when he realized it, Rafael had already managed to wrap his arm around the girl's waist, while the other hand held Cheri's hand.
Cheri screamed in fear as his body began to lift and his legs floated in the air.
Rafael manages to pull her back, takes her back inside the room and hugs her. "Foolish girl," he sighs in relief, then buries the girl's face into his chest. "Do you want to catch up with your father?"
Cheri's cry exploded.
Mikail entered shortly afterwards gasping for breath. Rafael ran like a man of infidelity earlier. He can't catch up with her. As soon as he saw Cheri was fine, he let out a sigh of relief. Then lean his shoulders against the door frame to calm his breath.
"All right, I get it." Rafael muttered weakly as he stroked the girl's head. "Mikail," he called, without looking. Still holding Cheri who was still crying.
Mikail.
"Cancel the apartment and the school" Rafael ordered. "I'll give it back."
Cheri stopped crying and pulled his face away from the man's chest. Then looked up at his face.
Rafael looked back at him. "Tonight you sleep here" he said. Then let go of his embrace and handed the girl to Mikail.
Mikail caught both of his shoulders. Then he looked at Rafael.
"I'm not gonna bother you. So, don't worry." Rafael turned around and rushed towards the door.
"But, Rafael.." Cheri called him.
Rafael stopped his steps and turned his head. Wh why? He changed his mind? thought amused. "Opse your heart and don't think about anything" she told Cheri. Then walk back out of the room.
Cheri looked at Mikail.
"If I were you, I would give my fate to God." Mikail patted the girl on the shoulder and left her as well.
Empty heart?
Giving up your fate to God?
Cheri stuttered, observing the backs of the two men with round eyes and mouths.
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The next day…
It was snowing when Cheri came out of the theater. Rafael accompanied him to the grounds, while Mikail had gone since morning to book a ticket.
"Why hasn't he come back yet?" Rafael complained as he looked across the yard. "Is the car snowed?"
Cheri was stunned in front of the terrace watching the snowflakes drifting down. After some thought, this place is not too bad, he thought it was starting to be unstable. Doubt suddenly ambushed him. Do I really want to go home?
"Cherry!" Rafael's voice surprised him.
"Yes" he said a little stuttered.
"I couldn't get to the airport" Rafael said as he approached Cheri and stood three steps ahead of him. "I still have a lot of business, and…"
Cheri turned his face away and bowed avoiding the man's gaze.
"I'm sorry" said the man, softening his voice. "I've been troubling you a lot."
"Ah, not really.." Cheri hung up his sentence and raised his face, looked at Rafael's face and blinked, then turned back his face.
What the hell's going on? Her thought. Maybe because this is the first time someone has said such a loud thing, I feel uncomfortable being in the middle of a new stranger.
But…
Having found Rafael's attitude, Cheri soon forgets that the man was the reason for Cheri to leave Moscow and forget his dream.
Why have my feelings changed?
"Bad news!" The screams of someone caught their attention.
Cheri and Rafael turned simultaneously towards the direction of the sound.
There is no flight?
A day?
Cheri froze as he closed his mouth.
"If I were you, I would give up my fate to God." Mikail Volkov's words immediately rang out.
"What about the train?" Rafael asked while thinking hard.
Giving up your fate to God? inner Cheri, repeating Mikail's words in his head. "A—aku.." he interrupted.
Mikail and Rafael turned to Cheri.
Cheri. "It's okay if I can't go home today. Or…"
Mikail exchanged looks with Rafael.
"Tomorrow," Cheri added. "Or a week away, or another month." He did not dare to look at the two men in front of him. "I don't mind if I have to stay until."
Mikail and Rafael observed him with their eyebrows linked.
But the girl immediately turned around and went back inside the theater building.
Mikail and Rafael glanced at each other.
The girl stopped at the doorway and looked at them. "But I'm still going to ballet school" he said. After that Cheri poured into the building and returned to the seventh floor. The door closed behind him.
Mikail chuckled thinly. "He's really a marionette doll" she said amusedly. "You can control it at will."
Rafael let out a short sigh. "The plane that can't fly...is actually just your essay, right?" his his hiss while glancing at Mikail.
Mikail grinned. "Of course," he said. "What the hell am I not doing for you?"
Rafael chuckled while scratching the back of his head that did not feel itchy. "Then I won't send you to the Amazon jungle" he said.
Mikail nodded while leaving him.
Huh!
At last…
Cheri threw his body onto the bed in a reclining position with both hands outstretched on his sides like the wings of an airplane once it reached the room.
I can't believe I decided to stay he said in his heart. That freak makes me curious!
Unwittingly, Cheri has actually been fascinated since he first met Rafael at the city hall. But his expectations are too perfect that he is not ready to accept his bad side.
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The next day again…
The atmosphere of the training room felt like a press conference. The girls started to fuss.
Meanwhile, Cheri was constantly stretching on the side of the room, not far from the girls who were gossiping.
"Eh, you know what? He said the eighteen-year-old girl from St. Petersburg was schooled by Rafael at the most expensive Ballet Academy in Moscow, "the first girl told him.
"Listen, she also lives with Rafael," said the other girl.
"What?" The other girl responded enthusiastically. "Try telling!"
"It's hard to believe" muttered the first girl. "Said Rafael a woman-hater?"
"Don't he's Lolita Complex!"
Sounded giggling.
Cheri pulled his body off the floor, then walked towards them.
The girls simultaneously choked.
"Can you use that crossbar?" Cheri asked while pointing at the iron railing behind them that at first glance looked like a special barre-pole ballet practice.
The girls immediately split away from the railing without saying any more words.
Cheri ignored them and went back to stretching.
The girls watched him gasp.
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Note: Lolita Complex means child enthusiast.