Monopoly
September
21st,
2005
Zurich
The hands placed over his eyes, made Guntram giggle.
“How old are you really, Konrad?” He grabbed the hands and kissed
the fingers with tenderness.
“The
idea is that you act
surprised and take your time to guess who it is,” the
older man said, but quickly bent his body over the man crouched on
the floor to deeply kiss him under the astonished yet curious looks
of their children.
“Konrad, the babies,” Guntram said a bit shocked,
quickly looking at his eighteen-month-old sons. “You're early.”
“I'm
playing truant,”
Konrad said very proudly. “At forty-seven.”
“You
are a dangerous rebel indeed,” Guntram joked. “Can I do the
same?”
“Not
if you want to be able to sit for a week,” Konrad smirked. “How
is university going by the way?”
“Konrad!” Guntram whined.
“It's
a simple question. So?”
“Fine,” the young man grunted sullenly.
“You
need to practice a lot more, Guntram. One word sentences are the
pinnacle of human communication. Your ‘fine’ should have
come out a bit drier and commanding.”
“Impressive lecture, Konrad,” Guntram answered
softly, hoping to divert his attention from the topic.
“Anyway, I already saw your preliminary grades. Good
work.”
Guntram
had to take a deep breath before he would express
his opinion—once more—on Konrad's “constant meddling” with
his school life. 'My lawyer was a hundred times better than him. He
only wanted to know if he had to pay for any extra tuition or not.'
With a forced smile, he said ironically, “I'm glad you approve of
them.”
“Indeed,”
Konrad replied in a haughty tone, calculated to make Guntram smile at
his antics.
“But there was a good reason for my ‘constant meddling’ as you
call it.”
“Which
was?”
Guntram asked as he buried his smile in his love's chest, giving him
a light hug as the boys looked at them again.
“Checking
that they were fine
and that you didn't need to study this weekend.”
“No, I don't. I'm just finished with the first round
of exams.”
“Then, I have a surprise for you and these two
gentlemen,” Konrad answered with a smile. “We fly away tomorrow
at dawn.”
“Don't you have to work?”
“Yes, but I can finish everything in the plane.”
“Where
are we going?” Guntram asked curious,
and quickly removed a toy from Klaus' mouth before it was chewed into
nothing.
“It’s
a surprise. Curiosity killed the cat, Guntram.”
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