That Boy
Lisa Pov ;
The aroma of instant noodle soup filled the kitchen and living room. Not instant food, I still have to wait at least three minutes for the water to boil then start cooking, but I like it.
Dinner menu is ready. I tasted it, tasting the sauce that was still hot, something was missing. I opened the fridge, maybe it's still there. But empty, not a single sausage there. Well, even without sausage, it's still delicious for noodle lovers like me.
I brought the noodle bowl to the living room, just out of the kitchen door will go straight to the living room. I mean, my house is not big. Piles of novels beside the laptop filled the small table in front of the television. The laptop is still on, playing my favorite Kpop idol videos. I moved the novels, put them on the sofa. Instant noodles are starting to expand, so I have to finish them fast.
An hour passed.
My bowl was empty within five minutes of being cooked, but I was still sitting pretty well where I was. The last minute before one episode of the drama I was watching was about to end. I gulped down the remaining water in a large glass.
The dinner ended with one episode of drama with a duration of sixty minutes.
Eight o'clock at night.
I started tidying up the house, wiping the greasy parts of the kitchen, taking out the trash and taking a night shower. It was my routine, eating at seven, cleaning the house at eight and finally taking a shower at night.
I may not be a career woman who works hard and always values time, I'm just a twenty-four year old girl, but I feel like I've been living my life with lots of plans, even if only plans don't matter. Like, getting up at seven in the morning or going shopping at the supermarket tomorrow, I'll plan it from the night before I go to bed, and I have to do it. It's not a rule, just a bit of a habit.
I sat on the sofa, still in my bath towel, drying my hair. Vidio music that keeps changing enlivens the room.
TING!
TING!
TING!
TING!
The voice message came in on my phone, but I don't know where to put it. Because there's nothing important, I'm not used to playing with my cell phone. I'm saying seriously, it's not that I don't like modern times where everything is on a cell phone, but really no important person would have important business with me on a cell phone.
Drrt...
Drrt....
Vibrating incoming call, from inside the bedroom, from an unknown number. I glanced at it, then threw it back on the bed.
….
Saturday afternoon.
The sky looks a little cloudy, it might rain in the afternoon. I looked at the small calendar on the table that I circled in red marker, the date of February two, Jessy and Dalen's wedding. At a family meeting one month ago, they had indeed set a wedding date, February 2, 2022. I, as Jessy's only family, had to be there.
The Wilsons forced me a week ago to go out with them, order a dress to match them.
"Oh look, you are very beautiful in any clothes Lisa!" Jane cheered a little, glad that her dress fit me perfectly.
It was a white dress that fully exposed the shoulders, the chest to the stomach clung to the curves of the body, the waist to the thighs slightly expanded, looking elegant. Jane turned my body in front of the mirror, laughing again with satisfaction.
"Just take this one for my daughter!" Jane said to the shop assistant.
I'm actually not used to wearing dresses like this. For me, oversized shirts and shorts are the most comfortable clothes. But seeing Jane's face made me not have the heart to refuse. Jane Wilson and Andrea Wilson are friendly parents, they ask me to call them mom and dad, treat me like their daughter.
TING!
Incoming message, from Jessy.
"Hurry up! I'm so nervous."
I did promise to be with her from the time she started making up until the event started. She even kept texting saying she was nervous since last night. In the book I wrote, I only wrote at the wedding how nervous the groom was. Am I wrong? In the real world, Jessy as the bride is also nervous.
"I'm getting ready," sent a reply to Jessy, then rushed into the shower.
Two o'clock in the afternoon. The sky is getting darker, getting ready to rain. I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Jane's choice of white dress, short white sneakers, and a little pink bag. Jessy forced me to put on makeup together at the hotel where the event was. I put some light powder and pink lip balm on my lips so they don't look pale. Done.
It rained five minutes after I left the house, waiting for my taxi, by the side of the road. I did not bring an umbrella, and forgot to take it after preparing it beside the shoes earlier.
The big tree with its thick leaves became my shelter. If I run to the nearest building now, I would get wet, not good for the dress. Unlucky.
The rain was getting heavier, water began to drip through the green leaves, soaking my body. A black car stopped three meters in front of me. The car glass is dark from the outside, the driver can't be seen inside. Looks like the taxi I ordered isn't as good, right?
Someone opened the back door of the car, got out of there with his black umbrella.
A man in a black suit and gray tie, about 185 cm tall, I'd probably look up at him. His face was covered by an umbrella, I couldn't see him. He walked slowly towards me. His shiny black shoes touched the toe of my white shoes, stopping there.
I looked up, clear black eyes that I recognized. Someone who is dangerous, to my heart as well as my mind. Dave William. He leaned closer to mine, almost pressed against it.
The black umbrella he was holding blocked the water that had dripped down my body from earlier. I froze, he also just stood still. Splashes of water started to wet the toes of our shoes.
"Lisa Redriguez!" He called me softly, but his voice was still able to beat the sound of water dripping on the umbrella. I looked up, found one corner of his lips raised there.
"I told you before, at our next meeting, I will tie you to my house!" I coughed, surprised to hear that. Is this man serious?
He grabbed my waist, pressed against his tall body. I looked up, giving him a rebellious look. I am only one hundred and sixty-five cm tall, exactly as high as his chin. He looked down at me, with a mischievous smile. I couldn't move, he locked me tightly.
"Dave William get-" Cup!
"You-" Cup! Every time I tried to speak he would kiss me, silenced in his way.
The next second, he forced me into his car. I tried to rebel, but then he would lock me up again. It's not even a big room for us in this position. The white dress that I had kept from wrinkling, was now being crushed by Dave's body which was on top of me.
"Dave, my dress, you're going to ruin it!" I tried to push him away, but he would still silence me with his kisses. Man, he's starting to piss me off.
"I've brought you another dress, this dress is too revealing, I don't want other men to see your shoulders." Cup! He gently stroked my shoulder, his hands slightly cold.
"Why do you care, geez!" Now I am very upset. He's been kissing my shoulder ever since, I'm starting to fear he'll leave a mark there. Our previous meeting he wasn't like this, was he drunk? Unaware?
"Are you drunk?" I held his face, looking for the aftertaste of the alcohol around his collar. His clothes are still neat, there are no marks there.
"Do you really want to know?" he grabbed my face, forcing me to stop examining him. I nodded. The next second he kissed me, I wanted to push him away, but he was too strong. The strawberry scent of the lip balm she was wearing was felt in my mouth, there was no alcohol smell there. Unlucky.
"Cherry. The taste suits you!"
He smiled mischievously, content with revealing the truth. I looked at him, from this close I could feel his soft skin when I touched him. His black hair was neatly combed, one or two of his hair fell on his forehead. Very handsome. The way he looked at me made me want to drown there. It wasn't him who was drunk from alcohol, but me who started to sink into it, like drunk.
"Today is your sister Jessy Redriguez's wedding, I will go with you, as your fiancé. I have prepared your dress and shoes. Don't ask and argue too much, just obey, okay!"
cup!