Marga's P.O.V
"Lift your chin, Ananda Marigrethe, I'm going to kiss you right now..." he said quietly.
As the electricity accompanied my spirit and the beating of my heart, his warm palm provided a stream of heat that flowed and spread throughout my system. I was stuck in the stand, and he didn't put any space between us when he approached me. I inhaled deeply and could almost hear my heartbeat. I'm not sure if he could hear as well. As he looked at me, my palm almost clung to his chest.
His voice almost terrified me, as if he was telling me not to worry and that he would take care of me. Every time his face approaches, I swallowed hard.
Something about his expression...
Adam's apple protruded as he bit his lower lip. When he pinned his eyes to mine and slowly lifted my chin, causing our lips to meet, my chest felt like a racing horse.
I couldn't help but think he was staring at me, and I was transfixed by his gaze.
In fact, I was like a stump that didn't move at all. Is it true that I know how to kiss?
I regret it because, even when I had a boyfriend, I had never been kissed. My lips just remained parted while his lips were completely moving because I almost fainted. After all, it was perfectly covered to mine, I could feel his softness and how careful he was, and how he even more gently parted the I feel as if he is a law that is so welcome that he enter and apply it —- simply emphasized, enough to be felt to my lips.
"I suppose this is your first time, right? I'm your first kiss?" I sighed as we both let go.
I nodded slowly as he smirked. "Yeah..."
Even though it was only a fleeting kiss, the slight bite he took beneath my lip heated me up. My knees were trembling, and if I hadn't clung to his shoulder, I might have fallen sooner. He smiled as he greeted me with his sly eyes and turned to face those who were watching us.
I overheard him giggling. It was as if I had gone deaf in the crowd for a brief moment, and when the kiss was over, I returned to normalcy. I almost fainted when I heard the constant shouting and the strength of my heartbeat. I couldn't stop sighing and feeling my chest.
I was staring at him, while he was staring at Mama, Papa, and his parents. He nods and smiles at them. He was being teased by some of his friends' jokes, and I later did the same, smiling at my parents as if I was having a great time.
My feelings were conflicted. I felt happy when we kissed, but I was also bothered. And I'm concerned, especially since we'll be living under the same roof as her children. I can feel his lips for the first time, and I'm only pretending. All of this is false. And, for the first time, it appeared to be a good nightmare to me as well.
I'm already twenty-five, but I don't have a lot of experience with relationships. Yes, I had a boyfriend, but it didn't last long because I was distracted from my studies. Shaina, my best friend, was the only one who inspired me when she began referring to me as one of her cousins until we became.
[Flashback]
"You know what I mean, Marga. You're stunning. All you have to do is dress up. Take a look at your clothes; you're too conservative to be a nun in them. Put on something, sexy sis. When You have a date, I'll take care of your outfit! Besides, my cousin is interested in you! When he stole my phone, he saw you in the gallery. He almost begged me to let him accompany you on your walk. After all, you're single, so why not give it a shot? It's not too bad. Besides, whether or not you take it seriously is entirely up to you. I want you to fall in love and be inspired, especially when it comes to your studies. It's not just the hundreds of books you always have with you. Hello, as well? You're already eighteen, so you're of legal drinking age. My cousin is someone I know. He's a nice guy. But if there's anything he's doing wrong with you, please let me know right away, okay?" She laughed as she extended her hand.
"All right." I cracked a grin. She has a valid point.
I didn't want to at first, but Bert persisted and courted me for a few months, and we eventually became friends. Bert was a pleasant individual. But I'm aware that there's something wrong with me. I felt different than when Bert and I became friends, I felt different when Klark became Shaina's boyfriend, I felt different. Something strange is going on.
And I knew that was incorrect.
So I realized I had been too harsh on Bert.
But I tried, and it didn't work out. When I'm busy, we have a lot of misunderstandings, especially because we differ from the university where we study, and because Bert's life is luxurious, he can drive his car to pick me up after class and we can date.
Because the two of us frequently argue, I'm losing time with him because I'm too busy with my studies; he becomes demanding in the time I give him, which causes my studies to suffer.
That's why we decided to call it a day. We split up. And yes... I felt pain because I tried to manage our relationship; Bert was also good, and I have the impression that he loves me a lot because he is so obsessed with me. I was terrified and choking. We broke up despite my efforts to understand him.
Because he did not make an effort to understand and encourage me to work hard in my studies.
So, how do you feel when the person you care about refuses to support your wishes? What happened in your dream?
Isn't that agonizing?
Until I became exhausted.
When we broke up, all I could think about was our finals for our exams. It's also difficult to get used to someone you'll look for but know you don't have in yourself. That's why my grades began to slip.
Okay, I'm still affected. It wasn't just because we were confused that I no longer cared about him. I just squandered our relationship because we also had one. But... because we broke up, we had to move on with our lives, and he never showed up to me again.
I was just... expecting him to be there for me when I needed him. When I'm down, he'll hug me. He'd bring me ice cream, food, and wherever Bert and I went on dates.
But he's no longer there. Those were times when I felt completely alone.
Mom was not strict when my grade was affected. Dad, on the other hand, was stricter with me. When Bert first met my family, I had a feeling Dad would reject him. Bert, who is nearly the same age as Shaina, is one step ahead of me. Dad is extremely protective of me because I am the only daughter among my siblings. Mom and Dad frequently argue about the clothes I wear because Dad is too.
As a result, I grew accustomed to it. Because I was obedient at the time, I did not disobey. Conservatism Mom wants me to dress, but Dad isn't interested.
And I eventually grew accustomed to being wrapped up in body wear. It only changes when I'm away from them when Ate Shaina used to fix me up and buy me fancy clothes with a little skin showing. That's why I kept my mini-skirts and high-heeled shoes hidden from my parents.
She was always in line with me. "Isn't that more exciting?" Because your father is far away, you are free to dress whenever you want. Marga, you've matured. You must learn to make decisions for yourself that will make you happy."
And then it hit me. "You're right, Shaina. I suppose you're correct.
That's why, when Dad found out I had a boyfriend and then got into another subject, he was furious. "Is that what I'm saying? Because of what you're doing, you've just moved away from us! You're still in school, but you're in a relationship! Didn't I tell you to get your diploma first? "When I consulted with my parents, the parent was required to sign my card.
I had one failure in one of my major subjects. Almost everything went well, and it was my first time receiving a low grade. I expected Dad to be irritated with me because he was disappointed. I'm not sure... For the past day, I've been losing my appetite.
Add to that Bert and I's breakup.
School-related stress.
And, of course, there's Shaina and Klark.
And in my strange wrong, I feel.
"Almario, that's enough. Your daughter is exhausted. Allow her to rest first." Mom responded. It's too bad it looked at me. "Have you had your breakfast yet, honey?"
I'm unable to respond. My eyes welled up with tears as I witnessed what was going on. In response to Mom, I simply shook my head.
"Amanda, that's your problem. You've been so tolerant with your daughter, allowing her to have a boyfriend at such a young age, and now her low grade is fine with you?" Dad's question was unbelievable.
"It's not that. What are you, Almario? It's natural for me to allow our child, your daughter is probably already a teenager. She's no longer a child!" "Our daughter is growing up, they have decisions in life that we shouldn't care about as long as it's okay, let's just support them."
"Support? Seriously, Amanda? Her grade has dropped! Do you think that's okay?" Dad was disgusted.
Mom would have explained that it was my fault that I cut and spoke. I don't want them to fight like that "Dad, I'll take it back. I assure you, "I responded. "You should, sweetie! I realize that's not a joke in college, but I hope you don't lose focus on your studies."
I sighed and went straight to the room, not realizing that Mom had followed me in.
"Do you have a problem, Ananda?" Mom opened it for me while she sat on the bed next to me taking off my shoes.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm just exhausted."
The tears I had been holding back have now completely flowed along with the sensation of my mother's embrace.
At the moment. I can say that this is what I'm going through that my friends aren't aware of. As a result, my negative feelings for Klark grew stronger.
That I accept my liking for him here.
True. I'm head over heels in love with my friend's boyfriend.