My mind was messed up in an instant.
" God... I beg you to save me, don't let these men kidnap me, there's nothing they can take from me, there's not even a dollar, oh god help me, I beg you..."
My body trembled as I prayed incessantly inside heart. Surprisingly, these few seconds are enough to pray like in slow motion on TV. Look or not ?
" Qu'est-ce que c'est? y a-t-il quelque chose que je puisse vous aider ? "
( What's the matter, can I help you ? )
Look at the end too.
I can clearly hear my French shaking scattered. A stocky man whose face resembled the character "Bombur" in the Hobbit movie was standing right behind me.
Honestly, this group upon closer inspection is similar to the characters in fictional films. Their skin is not as white as the French or English, the white is slightly yellowish brown. That's pretty much what I saw. They have thick mustaches and beards. Their hair is reddish brown.
The smell of alcohol dominates his body and mouth. I wanted to puke in his face.
" You're looking for me aren't you? Come join us " he said in English.
Then the man I was looking for called him,
" Hej brate, ta radiš tamo samo ga pusti "
( Hey bro, what are you doing there, just let her go )
In my heart : " What planet's language is this, what people are they ? Are they from fairy tales ? Am I on the set ? Have I spoiled the mood ? Ahhh.. how is this?! I'm so ashamed. I just feel crazier "
Suddenly this Bombur man spoke again.
" You like me right ? I caught you staring at me yesterday at the cafe. You came for me right ? Come on. Let's have fun. Or do you just want the two of us alone ? "
This is definitely not a shoot and indeed this chubby was sitting next to the gang leader yesterday, but I don't like you idiot. You're so disgusting. You don't even speak French. Oh my god why is this wrong target.
" Lâche ma main !! Laide ..."
( Let go of my hand ugly )
I screamed while trying to get my hands off him.
" Hej brate, ta je recao, hoće li s name? "
( Hey bro, what did she say, does she want to go with us ? )
The handsome man finally came to both of us.
" Naziva te ružnim "
( She calls you ugly )
" Sta ?? hoces li se igrati sa mnom ? Dozvolite mi da vam pokažem ko sam "
( What ? You want to play with me ? Let me show you who I am )
" Hej nema veze brate, ni on nije privlačan "
( Hey bro, never mind she's not attractive either )
" No, Uzeću je, ona je moj tip "
( No, I'll take her, she's my type )
" Brate...!! "
His voice rose and echoed against the mural walls.
" Pusti ili eš otići "
( Let go or leave !!! )
" Mogu biti sam "
( I can do it myself )
He seems like a womanizer.
I feel confused by their conversation as well as feel bad for this handsome man because they seem to be arguing because of me. Seems quite dramatic, I feel like I'm being fought over. But actually standing here is quite stressful. The gang leader, whose name I don't know, grabbed my hand from the stocky man. I was hidden behind his broad back. I don't know why it smells good. The two of them were seen puffing out their chests and pressed them to each other with a gaze full of fire. Then this man holding my hand took me away. The Bombur man looked at us with anger, as if he wanted to kill us immediately. His body language says you can't control me even if you're the leader. I don't know what I've caused with this mess.
We were like real Romeo and Juliette about to elope. He put me in a sedan that looks old with his rough style.
" You can speak French ? "
I asked without remembering what had just happened.
" Yes, where is your house ? "
" Île de la Cite" drop me there I said.
I don't know why I didn't tell him to take my aunt home. He just kept quiet and started driving his car.
" I'm sorry "
" For what ? " He said.
" For everything "
" Okay " He replied.
We speak French and he speaks it quite fluently too. To think this poor guy is pretty cool.
Halfway passed and we were just silent. Again and again I open my mouth, how fearless this woman is.
" It's a 4 hour journey, why do you want to take me ? "
" Are you going down ? "
" No, that's not what I meant, okay I'm sorry. Are you okay ? "
" What do you think? Can you shut up? I'm driving "
2 hours later we arrived in front of the fancy cafe.
" You're going down here ? "
" Yes, are you going straight away ? "
" Yes, of course " he replied.
" Okay thank you "
He didn't even answer and I still didn't get out of his car.
" Especially ?" he said.
" Do they still accept you ? "
" None of your business "
" But it's a long journey, aren't you tired ? "
" No ! "
He always answered me briefly and curtly. Then looked at me questioningly. (Whaaat???). And a craziest sentence out of my mouth
" Want to stay ? "
In my mind : " Am I a prostitute ? Why would I say such a thing, idiot !! "
Before he could answer I was out of the car and running to my room. I slapped my mouth repeatedly as I climbed the stairs.
My mess turned into a horror movie in an instant, why is the apartment so quiet, did they go on vacation or something? Where is the woman in formal dress? Meanwhile, my hand fumbled in my bag looking for a key that somehow stuck on the other side. Very supportive scene.
Suddenly a voice whispered in my ear
" Is this where you live ? "
My body immediately jumped,
" Oww .. gosh, you startled me. What are you doing here ? "
" Didn't you invite me ? "
" I'm joking, asshole "
I answered while laughing.
He looked at me in awe, making me feel hot and embarrassed. Strange moments full of awkwardness immediately began.
" Aaa... come in "
I stammered.