Chapter 20

He entered the airplane while pulling me.

"Lah, where are we going?" I asked, and I am now behind him

This is unexpected, unplanned, and shocking. We are we going? To the hell? Or journey to heaven? And wait, I am prepared, we are wearing the same design of hoodie but different colors, they might think we are a couple.

He gave me away, and I sat in the window corner.

"Hoy! Are we really going?!” I asked again and slapped him on his tummy. This man wants me to ask him multiple times.

"In the white tiger statue." He said calmly.

"Hala!" I was shocked, and my eyes widened.

My brain is loading and can’t process that. Oh my! My Dream!

"Really?! I don’t have a passport and clothes! I don’t have money too! By the way, what are we going there?! Hoy?!"

I’m worried he might leave me because I am annoying, and I always tease him every chance.

"Wait! I am going to get down!" I stood and was about to walk when he held me on my wrist.

"Don't overact. I have already taken everything."He said like a robot. He is not looking at me again.

"Eh, eh, so I have a passport?"

I am hoping that he has already fixed my things.

He lazily nods at me.

“What are we going there? And why? Are you going to treat me or torture me?”

He flicks off my forehead again.

"I know this is out of a sudden. We are going there to relax and buy you clothes and everything women need." He said calmly.

I clap my hands in happiness.

"So, you will buy me a lot of things? Like clothes, food, and shoes?! Then you made me beautiful and treated me in a salon and spa!? You treat me like a real princess?!” I clap my hands again. I am so happy.

"Buy and do everything that you want." He plainly said and closed his eyes.

I smiled at what he said.

“Kikid, do you have a fever?!” I put my palm to his forehead to know if he had a fever or if his head bumped on hard things. He just glared at me and removed my hands from his prominent forehead.

I looked around and got some attention again; I was embarrassing. I’m so loud.

I feel that this is just a dream. That means the attorney would never bring me to another country. Or maybe this is not a dream, and he has met there? Meeting? Impossible; he is a lawyer, not a businessman. I can’t believe that this is happening. He might eat something expired, affecting his attitude, brain, and mood. Or did someone uses black magic on him? There is a miracle!

“Kiki, why are we going there?! We can do it in the mall; another country service is just the same as the mall, no need to be expensive and feel rich!” I shook his shoulder.

"We haven't had a honeymoon."

What?! I coughed at his answer multiple times.

Is he serious?! Or insane?! Or both?

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“Okay, okay! I am beyond excited!”

I pinch his chest and lean on the chair. I giggled, his eyes widened, and his reaction was shocking.

“Woman!” he said in a warning and low tone of voice. Hihi!

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“I am going to b beautiful for real!” I giggled.

I am jumping in happiness, My pimples will be removed instantly, and I will use expensive skincare products! Finally, I am going to have a skincare routine.

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"Tsk!"

I face him again, and for the third time, I slap his shoulder real hard to get his attention.

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He glared at me again, but I didn’t mind. He is killing me now with his stares. He can’t shut me up to those deadly stares; I am not scared.

"We are ready to take off." I heard on the radio about this airplane.

"What's funny?".

"Don't you have a helicopter or your own airport? Or airplane?" I asked. This question suddenly pops into my mind.

We are riding a public airplane.

"Do I look like I own an airport?" He asked rudely.

“Hmmph! So rude! It's your red day, huh?” I widened my eyes.

“I am just asking why you are so rude?! You keep on glaring at me and killing me with your stares!” I complain… I change the subject.

“But I think you are rich and own an airport.” I feel it.

“Hey! Answer me! If you don’t answer me, I will kick you out of here!” I warned and tried to scare him.

“Not every rich have a helicopter or airport; some have money to spend.” He responded.

He closes his eyes again. Doesn’t he want to have a conversation with me?

“How about those who don’t have money? Are they going to crawl?” I asked again.

He won’t have peace of mind if he is with me.

“Kiki, this is not my debt, okay? This is your treat, right?” I reminded him that I didn't want to have another debt, or else I see God in no time.

He became an Extra lucky me pancit canton chilimansi hot and spicy sweet noodles.

“Bebe, are you sure about this?” I asked shyly; I kept on asking again and again. I am trying these clothes.

He didn’t answer again and called someone.

“Fix here and choose all the clothes that suit her.” He said to that woman.

“Okay, sir.”  She gave him a friendly smile.

That woman faces me.

“This way, Ma’am.” She said politely with a hand sign.

I look at Kiki; as usual, he is busy with his phone. He doesn’t even give me comfort, safety, and assurance look. How cold this man is. I wanna ask this girl, but I don’t know how to speak her language. I don’t learn English.

This woman is called another girl, and that girl was holding a lot of different clothes. They let me try them all, and I went outside every time I was done dressing. Kiki gave me a look, and he was the one who decided if it fits me or not.

“Sis, I am already,” I complained and breathed. She looks at me, asking a question. They keep on giving me revealing and sexy clothes. She didn’t understand what I had said.

“Kiki, this is not fit for me.” I am pulling on the clothes that I am wearing, a spaghetti dress.

Kiki might see my dark underarm if ever I raise my hands. This is the reason why I hate wearing sleeveless.

“Look what I am wearing.” I showed him and turned around. I led him even though he was in front of me, and I thought I was not beautiful in his eyes with these clothes on. He has been staring at me blankly since then and showed no emotion. What a supporting and loving he is.

“These clothes are so beautiful and sexy but do not fit this face. I should wear this kind of outfit. Look at my face; I have a lot of pimples.” I said sadly.

I keep getting bullied because of my face, which saddened me; it still affects me. How I wish I was beautiful and had a soft and clear look.

He stood and walked near me; Kiki stopped before me and even looked at me seriously.

Kiki lifted my chin seriously and looked into my eyes.

“What’s wrong with your outfit and face?” He frowned while asking.

“Look at my face.” I pointed at my face.

“These pimples. I am so ugly.” I look down to avoid his gaze. I don’t have confidence at this moment.

“So?” He raises his left eyebrow at me. He doesn’t care at all.

“This dress fits only for those beautiful ladies,” I whined sadly.

He licked his lower lip and became more serious.

“I don't care about your pimples, and don’t ever think that you’re not beautiful because you are  beyond that word.”

I felt and saw the light in how words, his words, are comforting me. It felt like he tapped something on me.

“But… they told me that I am so ugly because I have a lot of pimples.”

I really can’t look at him. He is looking at my soul; that’s how he looks at me.

He furrowed.

“Who said that?”

I look in different directions. I felt beautiful by Kiki’s stares.

“Those people who see and know me.” I pouted and finally looked at him.

“Because the beautiful is no pimples, clear face, white, and soft skin. No stretch marks, pimples, not dark underarm and sexy with colored hair.” I told him.

“Those I always see on my social media accounts, and they have a lot of followers and admirers.”

I saw in my peripheral vision that he licked his lower lip sexily; I swallowed really hard. Water.

“Look at me.”

I roamed my eyes. I can’t.

“Look at my eyes,” he Demands.

I followed him.

“Real men don't care about those things, do you understand? And what you’re seeing on social media is not true. Society has its own standard of beauty, and don’t let yourself get down by it. We are in different countries and cultures. You are beautiful. You may not be beautiful in your country but try to go to another country. They will feel jealous of how you look and what you have. Don’t ever think that you’re not beautiful because you have pimples. You are more than that word, Claire.” He said profoundly and sincerely.

I felt clouded by his words. The way he said those words, it seemed I was facing a different Kiki; he is like my best friend, like an angel. I wanna cry.