'His'

I could see him talking to MJ's father, and he motioned for me to come over.

"Go. Loverboy is calling you." Ren said from my side.

"But I can't leave you alone." I replied.

"Don't worry about me. I'll go find Gorya to talk to. I wanted to talk to her anyways." he said.

"Okay" I replied and stood up and took gentle but confident strides towards Kavin.

As I reached them, he put a firm hand around my waist from the side and said, "Mr. Jurastiwa, this is my fiancee. And Amara, this is MJ's father."

"Hello, Mr. Jurastiwa" I said. "I know that he's MJ's father" I said to Kavin.

"Hello, Amara dear. Your fiancee huh? I can still remember a small you running around our house, chasing the boys. When did all of you grow up?" he said rhetorically, clearly remembering those days. Who could believe that behind all that mafia facacde, he had a soft heart deep down? Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and MJ wasn't unlike him in any way. Behind his badboy aura, he had the most loyal and kind heart hidden. 

"So, I heard you came back. How was it in the USA?" asked MJ's father.

"Yeah...it was really good but it's better here." I replied.

"I can understand the feeling, child" 

"So, how are you sir?" I asked.

"Don't call me sir, and this old lad is fine as it is" he replied.

"Hey, Amara. I think we should get going now. " said Kavin in my ear.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Jurastiwa. But I guess it's time for us to leave now." I said.

"The pleasure is all mine dear. You should get going now, your hubby is getting impatient " he said.

"Bye sir" I said to his father.

"Bye Amara" he replied.

"Bye, MJ" I said.

"Bye Amara, take care." he replied

Then, MJ bro-hugged Kavin, after which we left. It was still early to leave, but I was grateful for it. I couldn't handle funerals. I hadn't cried today, which was a great feat.

After my Grandma from my father's side died, funeral's weren't the same for me anymore. Even though I didn't know Pakorn personally, I felt pitty for his family that had to bear his loss. Loosing a family member that you love can easily be the worst pain of someone's life, and I would never wish on my worst enemy to go through this pain, not that I had one. Enemy, I mean.

I was pulled out oof my thoughts by Kavin, "Hey, Amara. Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, funerals are just a bit tough for me." I honestly replied.

"Oh. Our car's here. Let's go, shall we?"

"Yes."

And with that he opened the passenger seat for me and closed it behind me once I sat in. 

"Thank you." I said once he was also seated.

"What for?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.

"For being here today with me. Your presence alone made me feel  better." I said.

"I tend to have that effect on ladies." he replied boastfully.

"Hey" I said as I hit his shoulder.

"What was that for?" he asked, faking to be offended.