Silently prayed, “God, do not bring me into hell.”
But, I guess, God is too busy right now.
“Hey, Miss! Looks like you are alone. Mind if I join you?”
Shheeessshh! His breath! It could be used as a weapon if there is a war. I think he didn’t brush his teeth for a year.
I pretended that I didn’t hear him.
But, what I never expect is that he hold me in my arms, then pulled towards him. Now, it looks like we are hugging.
I keep on taking off his hold into my arms.
Lord, please help me against this pervert----
My prayer is not yet finished when the pervert man was thrown away.
I was about to be pulled by him because he is still holding me. But, to my surprise, someone pulled me towards the other direction, and now landed to a very broad and defined chest. I know this smell. I am very familiar with this. I know it very well since this the smell of the man who captures my nose, what I mean is my heart.
“Get your filthy hands off, asshole.” As he spoke very manly.
And the perverted gay stands up and wants to boast something.
“Dude, get off my way! That’s my fucking girlfriend, so, you better back off!”
What the--- As far as I remember, I don’t do a relationship with someone who looks like a drug addict.
I was still on the side of my Sir Beks when I heard the smirk from the pervert guy.
“Are you shitting me? This so-called girlfriend of yours is my WIFE! You dumbass!”
I was shocked as to what he just said. What the hell? Wife?
How I wish. I mentally chuckled.
I looked around, everyone is looking at us. They looked at us as if there is a tv series going in the middle of the bar.
It’s not the “Carline”, but the love team of “Yeline...”. The main cast is us, Carlos and Celine.
I was just laughing at what am I thinking, I didn’t realize that I was dragged here to the parking lot.
I looked directly at the face of the person who drags me here.
It was deadly serious. I think I’m dead, this time.
We were just inside his car. Wherein the silence may swallow us anytime.
That was the right description right now, since the minute that we went outside that bar, he was very silent. You can observe the reddish cheeks he has because of being drunk.
I am still very thankful because even with this kind of situation he can still be able to drive, safely. He was very mad.
I just looked away from him and focuses on the road.
"Wait?"
This way is the way to go to my condo.
How did he know my address? He is a stalker? Omyghad!
I just got the right answer, when he stopped at the entrance of Fairmont, my condo.
His voice is cold as ice, that it brings me the feeling of coldness right down through my bones.
But, he just doesn’t give a damn. He just looked at me,
“Hey! What’s wrong!"
What should I do? Did I have still? Do I have to jump off the cliff? Or maybe kneel, until my knees hurt.
I know that what I’ve said is impossible, but, what can I do? I can’t stand the fact that he’s mad at me.
“Nothing. Just get out.”
What the--- even with full frustrations that I’m feeling right now, I choose to get out of that car. We may not be okay right now, but, surely tomorrow I will make a way that we will be okay.
The next morning, I went to the office very early, just to plan something.
I wore a mid-thigh black pencil skirt, topping it with a turquoise deep-cut blouse.
I know that the neckline of this top is plunging my mountains, but I don’t care anymore. My plan to ask him out later at night for dinner, I wore this so that he cannot say no to me.
I checked my wristwatch, 5 minutes left before the clock ticks at seven. I already fixing his schedule and the cup of coffee that I just bought for him.
I don’t know what his preference is, that’s why I just bought Caramel Macchiato just like what I’ve ordered for myself.
At exactly seven o’clock, Sir Beks arrived. The tiredness and lack of sleep are evident in his face. He just walks straight to his office, not even noticing me at the pantry.
“Good morning Sir Beks!” I enthusiastically greeted him. But, deep inside me, I am very nervous about him because he might just get angry with me.
His forehead knotted when he spotted me. The serious look on his face didn’t lessen, instead, it got more serious than ever. I’m shaking while striding towards him, holding the recyclable cup of
coffee.
"Omy!" What am I even saying and thinking right now?
“Here it is, Sir Beks. My peace offering.”
I placed the cup whilst keeping my mood up.
I cannot let him see that I am nervous because of his cold treatment.
I just heard a very short “thank you” from him, then he goes back to his work.
I won’t give up. I need to invite him!
I compose myself, get enough air to breathe on. Then, “ Sir Beks, let’s eat dinner? Tonight? You don’t have any schedule after work.”
He just stopped on what he was doing.
“SEEN.” He said.
What the heck? Is that from Facebook? The thing that they called “seen zoned”. With
this, the patience that I still have gotten shorten.
Patience. “Stupid! I’m serious here! I’ll treat you.” As I invited him again.
But to my surprise, he just pouted his lips and said, “ACTIVE. 20 MINUTES AGO”
That’s it! My patience is lost! “Okay! Just don’t mind! I’ll invite Sir Dave, instead.”
I walked with a heavy mood going outside his office,
But, after some minutes. The door of his office was open and then my boss just came out.
“Shuta, Shit! You witch Celine! Okay...okay... fine! You win, you witch! Just remember to treat me to a nice dinner, not in a cheap place.” Sir Beks said in frustration.
When he just said that, I know for a fact that we are now okay.
I’m irresistible even with gay. I smiled like a lunatic again.