'He looks damn good!' I thought as I covered my mouth. Seems like I was lost for words.
So, we will go out later to have a little bonding since it was weekend. Zeb requested to cut his hair. I would like to keep his hair like that since it is a sign that he came from another world however he insisted because it is somehow inconvenient on his end.
I am convinced yet I made him wear a hoodie to cover his face as we go out.
"Why?" He asked and stared at me in pure curiosity.
"For safety" I smiled and uttered.
Before leaving the door I had the feeling that I would face war on the latter. I never felt such sensation way back before. When we entered the salon. I picked up the magazine to select the perfect hairstyles that would suit Zeb the most. It was listed on that portfolio and Zeb made me choose what hairstyle I preferred. Any hairstyle will do, I'm sure that all of them will surely suit him because he is good-looking. My fingers slowly slid through the surface of the DIY magazine when a certain style caught my eye. I paused a little thinking that this would surely make him look hot!
So I rather not choose that one and select something plain and simple.
He went to show it to the hairstylist and sat down to begin. However, by the time he removed his hoodie cover, I was sure that it was now the start of what I had feared earlier.
They were all star-struck to see him. I was outcasted at the very back of the room throughout the haircut process while all the girls were flirting with him and even showing motives in front of him. I can't just do anything but watch him and wonder. He is my assistant but actually, if you are going to look at it I look like the assistant.
My existence here is forgotten. I look like a chaperone. Barely? I feel like I'm one of the chairs.
They even want to buy the long hair that he wants to cut off and they do all the unnecessary interviews.
A few minutes passed, and Amon suddenly barged inside the salon and the same thing happened again. He went to ask Zeb, he was looking for me but he wasn't able to find me since I was pushed to the very end of the room.
The people asked Zeb who is Amon. Since they both look like foreigners they suspect them as siblings. At least Zeb can say that but I was wrong. I was expecting when he uttered something I would have thought of.
"He is my son," he said everyone was shocked. Who on earth will believe that?
However, everyone believed him. I was thinking that if he just told them that Amon is his brother he won't need to pull up another name for a non-existent wife.
"Do you have a wife?" They asked.
"See," I muttered and sighed. As if it matters to those prey if he has a wife or none. They are going to flirt with him desperately though. Don't underestimate what the ladies in this current generation can do.
"We lost her years ago," he said, obviously making a story. Amon just stands there quietly, waiting for Zeb to finish his story.
The ladies even the 3rd gender, started nominating themselves one by one,
"Well.." He uttered and started to look around like he was looking for something.
Wait, is he looking for me?
'No, it can't be, no, no, no, please no.' I prayed that what I am thinking wouldn't happen.
When he spotted me, he spoke, "Ah, there you are!" he called out giving a signal with his hands and calling me.
"The hairstyling is done," he said. I somehow sighed in relief. The crowds of people were slowly making a path for me to go through however I could feel the discriminating, descending and questioning glare that felt like I was walking through dens of beasts.
It was time for payment so I went to the hairstylist near him.
I was struggling to stride because of the limited space which can make me stumble at any time but he reached for my hand like any gentleman does and led me slowly step by step while he was still seated. His gaze was fixed on me like he was a fairytale prince. I want to smack him a little, I'm in danger!
"I'm sorry, but I already have a wife to be" he suddenly stated.
The remaining peaceful and safe moments disappear.
"Zebediah" I muttered with a teary eye.
As expected he responded innocently with a smile.
We head out safely. I noticed that he picked the hairstyle that would make him look hot. He observed my actions instead of focusing only on what I utterly selected.
I was so deep in my thoughts that I was unaware that I had been gazing at him for a long time.
"Do you like my hair?" he asked.
Right, that is what he might think of right now. I can't help but be honest, "Why do you select that one? You look dazzling," I said with a frown and, a disappointed face.
Zeb burst out in laughter.
The most unforgettable line that he told me is, "I'm glad you like it but frankly speaking, in my world my looks are really on an average level". Without his serious facial expression, I would either make an expression that he is bragging or trying very hard to look down to earth.
"Anything to your taste, my lady," he said as he lent me his arms so we could walk side by side like a date although we were going home already.
When we got home. We prepare food for lunch. We will be leaving before sunset simply because in my country it is hot in the afternoon.
My work application needs more time to be processed and I still have extra time to spend together with my two baby boys.
Evening is also a good time to prevent too much attention. Both of them can wear the hoodies that I gave them to hide their beautiful and handsome faces.
I went online for a little when I got a message from my younger sister telling me to check a certain post he sent me.
I was dumbfounded and my whole body was stunned like it turned into stone.
Is that?.. I hate social media. It's only have been hours!
Zeb and Amon's video footage already has a million views, reactions and comments.
"Not safe" I muttered as I massaged my forehead slightly.
There's no helping it.
There is even a story article where an unknown girl tries to woe him saying that he is her destined lover.
I can't believe what I am looking at.
"Anyway, by any means, I can be a manager if he got discovered by a star agency," I said.
I didn't notice that Zeb was standing behind me and he declined immediately as he heard my statement, "My reason for being here is to be in use for you not to entertain anyone else"
"I saw you being stressed so I went to check what's going on," he explained.
I can't get upset with him. He is so meek. It got me thinking, since when did he become like this? He was just reliable back then but he became much gentler and meek with me.
I'm glad that he is at peace here, however...
How can I treat him like a baby if he is like a daddy? I'm disappointed.