I did not expect that in my late 20's still have the chance to experience these cheesy lines.
If I didn't know I would have fallen for this already. I know that he is not mine to take. Unlike those characters in the stories that I've read and watched before. The ones about transmigrating. They can freely alter the stories without harming anyone however his story is quite different. It was a tragic story where the relationship between him and the female lead, Rosanna is mutual. They completely rely on one another to survive.
I just borrow you for such fancy purposes your service is enough for me. I am taking advantage of his memory loss when I am fully aware that he loves Rosanna more than his own life.
I smile at him, reaching for his cheeks and then pinched it. "Flattery cannot take you anywhere, darling," I said breaking off the atmosphere.
He held my hand pinning it on his right cheek. "Rejecting me only makes it more challenging," he said.
"Eh?" My reaction. My mood completely changed now. I feel like I am in danger right now that I am with him. It's time to retreat
"I am competent you know?" he said and smiled.
Rosanna and Zeb always face hardship together and they can get through it. Zeb is not that tough-willed type. He is soft on the inside and tough on the outside. As expected of men. It was all Rosanna's courage and strong willingness that influenced him. However, Rosanna is not here with him to be that enthusiastic and positive maybe because he is in a world where he finds it more peaceful and comforting that he has become like this, So, if that is the case. I feel more at ease and less guilty. It just means that he can enjoy his stay here and he can be happy this time.
"I love seeing you happy. I'm glad you find peace here in your stay," I suddenly said.
His smile slowly turns into a surprised expression at the moment. Amon appeared.
Amon loves to appear in the most unexpected time but this time I would like to thank him.
"Okay, let's have dinner and call it a day," I said.
Somehow, I think one of my bucket lists came true and that is to enjoy my time with family.
They are my new family and they are my two baby boys.
After eating we fixed the table and washed the dishes. I get my documents ready for tomorrow morning's interview.
So I let them sleep first. A few minutes later while browsing my data.
I heard a groaning sound and it was coming from the living room where Zeb was sleeping.
Seems like he is having nightmares. I sat beside him and started to touch his head. His hands reach my hand and he calms down.
"Don't worry. I will take care of you just as you take care of me so I can return you the favor of helping me" I muttered.
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"Hey, you are not really falling for her, aren't you?" Amon asked.
"You're mistaken. Aren't we professionals who are just doing our work here?" Zeb counter.
"If that is true then it's good," Amon said. "Since I can only permit flings. You can act at your best and enjoy how it makes both of you flatter in a way than after the designating time. I'll be sending you off with your reward," Amon said.
"Why are you doing all these things?" Zeb asked Amon.
"It is for her good," Amon said briefly.
"If that's your reason why not become her lover instead?" Zeb repeated his statement before.
"I don't want to," Amon said followed by Zeb's question.
"Because she's ugly. Zeb did not agree with his statement. He still insists. "She is pretty though"
"She is an ugly girl with a pretty face," Amon said and a sudden sound was heard coming from the next room. Nahya overheard. She went to her room and closed the door.
"You went way too far again," Zeb said.
"Don't play the saint. Don't come clean" he uttered and left.
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"Why are you doing all these things?"
"It is for her good,"
"If that's your reason why not become her lover instead?"
"I don't want to because she's ugly.
"She is an ugly girl with a pretty face"
It rings through my ear. "He doesn't need to say it out loud," I muttered.
I went to the interview the next morning avoiding them. I don't want to see him like I am wishing that he'll leave my house now. I got this nauseous feeling like I wanted to throw up.
I always want to know what he thinks of me, who he is, and what he wants. I wanted to know him. Since he is not answering any of my questions. He is blocking and pushing me away which keeps me from reaching and knowing him. We are all together in a single apartment so avoiding is never an option.
So, I left at 7 am and stayed outside up until 7 pm. A few minutes more. It started to rain.
He appears in front of me like a ghost. Funny I used to think he was an angel. I hated two-faced people. The one who acts close in front of you and then backbites that's why I am feeling nauseous.
"I hate you. I don't want to see you anymore" I said. "You help me but push me away." I continue. "I want to know how to deal with you because I don't know," I said.
"I don't know why you have to bother doing so if I am not even a human just like you?" He uttered.
"You look human to me," I said.
He chuckled.
"Cut it out. You know just when to help me that is something not intellectual in basis. It is more of a compassionate act" I said.
He chuckled. "Is that a hypothetical guess?" he said.
I stood up and reached for him touching both of his cheeks.
"I wanted to add something to my bucket list." I said and continued, "From now on until the day I die. I want to be someone you will never forget." I said.
"Really?" he said in sarcasm. "Then, I have a challenge for you. Can you at least make me cry?" He said. "If you can do it. I'll be your slave" he dared.
I ended up accepting his challenge. Although, I was thinking why did I do that?