Looking After me

I'm just standing here like Lot's wife who was transformed into a bag of salt for disobeying God's voice. I think I've seen something forbidden. Maybe that's why I'm stiff.

Something scrapes my womb and I hum, biting my bottom lip. Damn! That pain again. At this moment I can thank it for saving me from being hypnotized by a total stranger.

This nervousness courses me to pull in all the liquor in my crystal cup. Certainly, this will make it better.

But I start regretting as my body responds to the sudden act. My eyes are becoming dark all so fast. I raise my hand and squint my eyes at the empty glass.

Did I just swallow all of this?

But-it was just a small portion. How can I feel so weird after taking it all in?

The next thing I feel is a hand brushing over mine and collecting my empty glass. I don't have time to resist the grip. It was so fast and possessive.

"That's enough. You're weak" I hear someone say and my head fines the owner of this deep but gentle voice.

It was him; the stranger with a godly appearance. I'm unable to get a close pic of his face because my eyes are now flashy like a complete drunkard.

However, I don't miss the foreign accent. It was Arabic; or the 'wonder woman' type of accent. Though she is Israelite.

He walks over my shoulder and I follow with my eyes to his destination. He meets one of the servants lifting a tray of several glasses of wine and positions my glass on the flat silver material, then gulps the rest of wine in his glass fabric before dropping it on the same tray.

How can he be that strong after drinking all that quantity of liquor at once?

Maybe he's used to it. I can't be comparing myself with him? I don't even know who he is.

He walks over to me and I divert my gaze at the sky. I don't want to look weirder. Maybe I am already. But that's enough. I should stop staring at him like he was my spouse.

However, as curious as I am, when he lands next to me, I rapidly face him with a question

"The woman you were looking at; Is she your girlfriend?"

He doesn't respond but rather extends his hand over my shoulder and the next thing he is holding a glass of water containing a lot of burbles. Where did he get that? I look behind and I see man walking away.

I return my gaze to him and at the glass he's holding.

"This will make you feel better", he explains

With a little bit of hesitation, I receive his warm heart. Yes, warm heart. He is a kind man. And this water he has given me is practical work from that good heart of his. His girlfriend must be so lucky.

But-why do I even call her that? I silently knock my palms over my forehead as I drink all the transparent liquid he gave me.

I don't know what is wrong with me today. What if this water is tainted with a dangerous substance? He is indeed intimidating. I just received something from a stranger just like that. Something I've never done.

I bring the glass away from my head and hand it to him with gratitude

"Thank you"

If something happens to me, I'd hold you responsible.

He takes the glass with thesame unreadable countenance. Does he ever smile? I doubt. He seems so serious. Well, I know I'm strict and a straightforward person but at least I give a fake or genuine smile to people when it is needed.

Ok. That's enough. I should be looking ahead. I know I've said this before. But this time, I mean it. I face the night moon and move closer to the cony.

But he steps ahead of me, his hands slanting over the railing of it and blocking me from stepping further.

I stand there confused. What is he doing? Before my head registers what it is, I find myself holding his arm for support.

Not because I was drunk, the feeling was gone the moment I drank the salty water. It was that inner cramp resurfacing again.

I don't notice I am tightly gripping on his muscular arm when he looks at me with the corner of his eyes from over his shoulder.

My face flushes as embarrassment climbs to my face. Like a reflex act when I touch a hot object, I jerk my hands off his biceps.

Though we barely spoke to one another, silence feels the atmosphere and I start to think that the party is over and we are left here alone. This is really awkward. Why didn't he respond to my previous inclination?

I look up at him since he's way taller than me and his eyes are at the sky. He seems deep in thought. Or just admiring the nature, this beautiful night is giving. Should I re-ask my question or just let him enjoy this calm atmosphere?

No, I can't. We can't keep on with this tranquility. And act as if all what he did for me is normal.

It's really bizarre for people who don't know one another. I part my lips to speak but; a voice interrupt me.

"Sir, it's time to leave"

We turn our heads to a man dressed in black suit and dark pants with a long-sleeve button down white shirt.

Did he just say, Sir?

And a lady who looks just like this godly creature next to me joins us from behind our backs.

"It's good your here", he mutters at once to the young lady who looks like his photocopy

She crumbles her brows, grumbling "What now?"

His fonts crane at her naughty attitude. He walks closer to her and whispers something into her ears.

Her face lit and for some strange reason, she looks at me in amusement.

I snap my head away from their direction as though I wasn't looking, hoping she doesn't notice.

Sooner, the masculine cologne I was getting all along fades in the air. I'm about to peer if he is gone when the square face lady approaches me and stands close to me.

I look any way before bringing to her my full attention. He left already with the man who called for him a while ago.

"I'm Patricia" she introduces, grinding widely and extending her hand.

"Myla. Nice to meet you"

I send mine and we do a handshake. Her hands are soft and smooth like flour. We withdraw before she says

"My brother: Jamal, asked me to look after you for a while. I'm wondering why he said that"

I blinked my eyes in awe. What?! Why will he say that? Do I look that drunk? But I'm fine now; just a little headache and torture from my period.

It's funny what she just told me. I don't know how to respond to such a confession.

I'm not staring at her anymore because my eyes just caught her brother walking into his car with the man he departed with.

"Why didn't you ask him?" I incline, my eyes still below the skyscraper.

Her brother is now rolling off the lot with the lady I saw talking to a strange man. Their driver on the stirring, while the 'couples' at the back of the black Mercedes.

I don't know why I keep seeing them as a couple but after this departure it's obvious they are together. If not, why will he leave with her and why did he keep staring at her and the strange man jealously?

"He didn't give me space to question him about that"

I re-focus my gaze on her. She looks at me with blankness. I squint my eyes at her, deeming that she knows why he called her to check on me but just choses to tease me.

I should play along. I love this kind of game

"Maybe he is a spy or works for a secret agent. He's trying to kidnap me"

My face is full of vulnerability. And her eyes deem.

"No. My brother is a simple businessman. He won't do that to a pretty lady like you." She assures

I lift my fonts "I really want to believe you right now. He just gave me salty water and I drank it hoping it will kill my soberness. But it didn't. I feel even worse" I lie

She frowns "Why will he give you that?"

I shrug my shoulders "I guess because I was feeling dizzy from the liquor I drank-"

Her face spark and I face palm myself for being so stupid.

"Now I understand why he told me to look after you for a while. Hmm...that's bizarre coming from him. He must've taking a liking to you" she mumbles the last sentence underneath her breath.

I knit my forehead "Excuse me?"

She shakes her head dismissively "Nothing. I was talking to myself"

I let go. And my curiousness arises again. I want to know about that lady he drove away with.

"Who is the lady he left with?"

A deep fold forms over her forehead "His fiancée. I hate her"

Another confession. How can she say that so boldly? And why?

Wait-did she just say his fiancée?! Oh hell! My heart. I render her a gentle smile to cover up the inner whole in my heart.

Nothing good comes for nothing. Damn! How could I have imagined he is single?

"But," she commences and I drift my eyes to her expectantly

"Never mind" she says and I shut my eyes disappointedly and look at the sky.

I still feel her gaze on me and that make me very uncomfortable.

"I want us to be friends", she adds

I sluggishly pivot my head towards her. Why does she want to be my friend? Is she a lesbian?

Myla! Behave.

I'd take this very normal. After all she isn't the first person I've met asking for such a request.

"We are friends" I reply and her lips are stressed into an exaggerated but gorgeous grin.

She is very pretty. Unfortunately, I can't make her complete features through these shallow lights. But her eyes glow and her wavy hair ends where her hips starts.

The night is not that bad. My crush left but Patricia is taking care of me. We end up exchanging numbers and she drives me home.

I didn't want her doing that but she insisted. She wasn't sure I was completely ok to drive. So I had to leave my car there. I'd definitely send someone to collect it for me.

To be continued...