Why,why, oh and why? (2)

When it came to our turn, it was a female stewardess that greets us and smile prettily, I glanced at Alex. On his face, they no more scowling expression and it was replaced with calm. Some dissatisfied feeling rises up in my heart. He is a healthy adult man, its normal if he likes to see a pretty woman. I reasoned myself. Inside my head I also can faintly hear an inner voiced acting like a director, 'the drama starts now. Action!'. Complete with the sound of Hollywood Clapboard. I shake my head with this ridiculous imagination that runs amok inside the brain of mine.

If one or twice checking our belt secure or not maybe normal. But, is twice normal checking by the same stewardess?. She might forget she already check us maybe. Better be safe than sorry is what she thought, I guess. But twice and double that amount from the same lady? And each time of it, the eye contact with smiling face of that woman lingering longer on Alex than me. Was I the only one feeling it strange? I was not alone when I notice the elderly woman who seat the same row with us but separate with aisle keep glancing towards Alex and accidentally get caught with me, showing displeasure to my face. Why do I feel I was been blamed by that look? So unfair. And what blame is that for?

Seconds, we boarding economy class when every row has three-seater seat, me next to window and Alex in the middle, and no one sitting on Alex left side. and maybe it was a coincidence again the same stewardess smile at Alex and asking permission to use the empty seat to place her tools in explaining safety procedures during an emergency while the plane getting ready to take off. But why i feel it no longer coincident, and that stewardess has interest with Alex? Because in front of Alex also has empty seat. Am I getting paranoid? What the heck is wrong with me?

'Pak!'

I smacked my forehead so the pain from it can jolt back my overwork brain to regain its normal speed thinking. It usually works but alas this time, even though the method proven remain effective but I also earned hostile glare from the very person next to me.

Gulp!

I swallowed my saliva. Is he mad at me? Why? Ah, is it because the smacking sound I made earlier? Does every passenger near us also hear it? I think it only sounds loud in my head. But if it somehow does bother passenger nearby…Ahh, I am so embarrassed! No wonder Alex is mad at me!

And my dominant hand rise unconsciously due to habit try to smack my head again to reprimand my self. But the action has put a halt in the middle.

Eh?

I look at my right hand, there is a bigger hand grasped it, I jolt and quickly glanced on my left side.

Ahhhh…so scary!

Alex with a red face tighten my hand that he grasped when he uttered words that came out from his gritted teeth.

"Stop it!"

'Uwuu...uwuu...Big Sis, where are you? I am so scared!!' T.T

I can only mentally cry in my heart, afraid to utter any sound that can bring his wrath upon me again. I just nodded as a response and quickly look at the window again.

And my torture from Alex didn't even stop there!