7

[CHAPTER 7]

Where are we going?

I just looked at what we were passing by.

The silence was awkward. Geeez!

When I turned to him, he also looked at me.

Spell capital A-W-K-W-A-R-D!

I saw that his car had a radio, so I turned it on.

Two less lonely people in the world

And it's gonna be fine

Out of all the people in the world

I just can't believe -

I immediately changed it because it just adds to the awkwardness. God!

I pressed another FM station again.

Even the nights are better

Now that we're here together

Even the nights are better

Since I found you.

What's wrong with these stations. God! Exciting. God!

I'd climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

and fix what I'm broken

Oh Cause I need you to see

That you are the reason.

"Nu bayan!" I said annoyed.

"What's wrong with the music? It's pretty good." I turned to him when he said that.

Am I with someone?

I thought she was just a mannequin. I was embarrassed and easily looked away.

We stopped in front of a fancy restaurant.

What was he thinking and we still came here?

Is it possible to cook at the resort?

"You go on first. Just ask for our reservation." he said so I just nodded.

Our reservation? abi, of course ours!

That's us. God! What is this I'm thinking. Don't give it another meaning. Shooo!

But seriously? Is he still making reservations?

There is a "Push or Pull" sign on the door. I choose to push it through. I'm a fighter. That's why no one should back down.

honestly, the restaurant is beautiful. It's because they used a transparent wall. So you can clearly see the people eating inside. I was excited to go in. I was immediately greeted by a staff member.

"Good Evening Ma'am... Welcome to La Mercedes Restaurant" he replied with a smile.

"How may I help you ma'am?" he added.

What will I say.

Our reservation? That's what he said.

Gosh, that gag is really bad.

"Ma'am?" I looked at our staff and smiled raw.

"Can you check for Mr. Zacharias McHarry Clinton and Ms. Abigail Suzanne Rivera's reservation?" I said like a fool.

I may sound confident but God! That's what I really thought.

Because he said our reservation? Is it ours? Can We? I don't know.

I followed the staff when he walked to the counter desk.

He looked at something like a logbook then after on the computer.

"Sorry ma'am...But there is no such name reserved here."

My face turned red with shame.

It's all his fault. Maybe he planned all of this.

gosh, he humiliated me from outer space down to the ground.

"Ah, is that so? Sorry for the trouble." I said shyly and was about to turn around to leave there to kill that idiot Clinton.

He really prepared for me.

But...

"Wait ma'am..."

So I faced it again.

"There is a reservation here Mr.&Mrs.Clinton.Could this be it?"

I was stunned by what he said.

What?

When did I become Mrs.

But God!

Dug...dug...dug!

Why are there butterflies in my stomach?

Abi, don't assume...It's not you.

I calmed myself before composing a word to give her a response.

"Ah sister. Maybe that's different. I'm still single" I said laughing.

"Alright, I'm leaving." I added.

I bowed before turning back. But then I stopped because I saw Clinton who had just entered, the idiot.

"Oh why are you still standing?" he asked in surprise.

You're so good at fighting!

You're still asking. You haven't reserved anything.

"Where am I going to sit, huh? You're just fooling me with your supposed OUR RESERVATION." I said annoyed with emphasis.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Fooling? Seriously?"he said as if laughing in disbelief.

"I don't know about you." I replied and started to march out of the place.

But then a strong hand stopped me.

He pulled me closer to the counter desk. I couldn't let go of the tightness of his grip.

"Uhmmm..check for our reservation." he commanded.

Sounds so bossy?

It's like owning a restaurant.

No "Can you check ....." yet

There are no manners or formalities, just like that. I wanted to try hard but I just ignored it and waited for the staff to answer.

"Sure sir..What's your name?" he gets excited when the staff entertains with twinkling eyes.

Seriously?

Is she attracted to the man holding my arm?

Geeezzz...Are Ate's standards that low? How poor!

"Mr.&Mrs.Clinton."Clinton said coolly as she stared at me, made my heart beat like I had participated in a marathon and melted my entire being.

What?

I looked at him with wide eyes.

So is it really ours?

Your staff looked at me smiling but I just avoided looking at him. It was as if he was saying I-told-you-sainyu-yun-eh-look.

Gosh!

"That table over there sir!" he said while pointing to our reservation table.

I had already walked towards it.

God! I need air to breathe.

I was about to pull a chair but then he got ahead of me.

How sweet & romantic Clinton!

But like duh. Too cliché move.

I immediately sat down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

There's still what's wrong-what's wrong you still know. Even though it's thrilling, shit no no. It's annoying because of my reservation name Mrs. Clinton. When did I become her husband?

I deserve his explanation.

"When did you marry me anyway?" I asked him directly.

his lips parted then formed into a luscious este disgusting smile.

"It was before." he said as if he wasn't sure but smiling like a crazy dog.

"I was never your wife." I said while raising my eyebrows.

I saw how his Adams apple moved. Then he said.

"Why, don't you want to be my wife?"

My heart is beating fast.

What is that question Clinton?

Who is the woman who doesn't like your demi-god beauty. And one more thing, she's rich.

No, no... Abi, don't worry.

"Of course not!"

gosh, Abi. Good thing I answered right away.

I bit my lip as his grin widened.

Is there something wrong with my answer?

That's right.

I don't want to be his wife. Never! So what is this one grinning about?

Wait, what did he ask again?

"So you want to be my wife then?"he sincerely asked with a smile.

Huh?

It's like I'm out of my senses. I can't hear anything else but the replay of the line from him.

So you want to be my wife?

So you want to be my wife?

So you want to be my wife?

"He-hell-no" I stammered and took a glass of juice.

I don't know who misinterpreted us, him or me?

"Let's just eat. I'm very hungry." I changed the topic.

I want to be swallowed by the earth. Because it is. There is no order yet. Stupidity!

change Topic..My precious brain please cooperate..

"But why did you put Mrs. Clinton there in the reservation?" I said out of the blue.

With so many things that can be made into a topic?

"That's what I thought." he answered.

I was in trouble.

"Why didn't you write your name alone there for reservation?" I insisted.

He stopped and looked at me seriously.

"Why do you take it as if a big deal? It's just for fun. Just smile because it happened." he said with conviction.

I just shut up.

Why am I taking this seriously?

Stop thinking nonsense Abi...

Don't assume anything...

I saw him raise his hand. I was still surprised but was enlightened when I saw a waiter approaching our table.

Gosh Abi, you are slow to think lately. What happened to you?

"What's your order?" Clinton asked me as the waiter handed him the menu.

I didn't answer.

What else do I know about social delicacy? Maybe there is no pakbet in a fancy restaurant? Or maybe there is but a strange name or the tool is at the highest level.

"Water.. Yes, just water. I'm a little thirsty." I said as if I was joking and pretended to be thirsty.

I saw him smirk. I couldn't move when he came a little closer and whispered to me.

"Act normally. Don't be too obvious that you're affected when I'm around." he whispered as I stared.

What he just said just freaking sent shivers down my spine.

I looked away from the waiter who was just looking at us.

"You are very hungry. You said earlier. Come on." he said laughing while I'm so much embarrassed.

I was embarrassed to answer.

"Anything." I said.

He whispered something to the waiter.

How important is that? Is there something he still knows about? is it something confidential that I shouldn't hear or maybe it's male talk?

My eyes wandered around the entire restaurant while waiting for the order. He was busy on his cellphone.

Who is he texting or maybe he played mobile legends, ros or maybe summertime saga. Eh...

"Here's your oder ma'am..sir!" said the waitress as she put down the food.

I was hungry for its appetizing look. I thought we were about to eat but I was surprised when another waiter came with various servings.

What the?

Why so many?

"Sir, are you okay if we put this other food on the next table? It won't fit on your table anymore," said the female staff calmly.

It's different. It's like I'm not here. He was the one who asked. I wasn't even asked to get my consent. It's so hyper.

Clinton nodded while I stared, annoyed at the same time.

I sat up and whispered to him.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Food." he said without emotion.

I got tired and looked at him.

"It's probably food. But why is there so much?"

"You say anything. That's why I ordered all their specialties here."

What?

All specialties? So, they have many specialties?

But Gosh! This is too much.

"Eh, you're just wasting money. Who's going to spend all this?" I said with a problem.

"Eat as many as you can. Eat everything you like. food isn't a waste if that makes you full. Don't worry about paying. I have the wealth. And if we can't consume it, there are many dumpsites waiting for garbage." he said in a cool way.

What the fuck!

What a conceited jerk!

That's it?

It's a shame to throw it away. It's still arrogant.

I feel like the fool is making me look like I'm starving. It's the two of us who will eat it.

"Great.." I responded with a frown and couldn't believe it.

"Eat. You say a lot." he said and ate.

What? say? he sounds like a teenager right?

Seriously?

Haysst. That's up to you.

I just ate and after a few minutes, I was full and finished eating.

He finished a while ago but I just ignored him.

It's up to you, man. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

I glanced at their table full of food that we didn't touch.

What will happen to those? It still looks delicious.

"Do you still want to eat?" he asked in disbelief.

Annoyed, I turned to look at him.

"What do you think of me? Really hungry? not satisfied?" I said annoyed.

"Eh, if you glance at the other table, you seem sad. It's a shame you didn't taste it?" he said with a smile.

Geez!

"That's probably a waste. Who's going to eat that anyway? You're just wasting what you'll pay for it."

"No worries. I don't run out." he said arrogantly, so I couldn't help but cry to the moon & back.

"Can we eTake it all out?" I whispered.

"What? Seriously?"

"It's because the food is a waste." I said like a child.

"That's a lot and for sure it will stink when we get home."

Smelly? Is he for real?

And house? Are we staying at the resort?

"It's really your OA. FYI, I'm not saying that's my ebiBring home, hey. I'm not saying that we'll be the ones to eat. We still have untouched food on this table and WE can't even finish it, is that still on the other side?" I said and really emphasized OUR because he might say again that it's just ME. It's unfair if that's the case.

"Then? Who will eat?" he asked curiously.

"Children."i answered & smiled.

"Children?"

"Street kids. We'll give it to them," I said.

"Nah we're not their parents to feed them up. We're not responsible for them." he said.

My jaws were left open with what he said.

How could he be this heartless!

patience Abi. Don't wait now. You need to win his heart for a moment.

"Alright, please. Eta, let's take it out" I begged and actually grabbed his right arm.

He looked at me so I immediately woke up from the madness. I took my hand back and smiled at him.

He called a staff and ordered to epack the food.

After a few minutes, they also finished, so I was excited to stand up and carry them.

But it's too much. I can't handle it.

He stood behind me & just watched me.

I turned and gave him puppy eyes.

can ask for a favor again. Because there is a lot of it.

"Can you? You already know?" I gently begged.

He didn't answer but he helped me.

He walked out first so I immediately followed.

My smile reached my ears when we got inside his car.

"So where are those street kids you're talking about?" he asked while driving.

"There... Turn the car there." I ordered.

When the car stopped, I immediately got out and opened the backseat. I took the package foods there.

He also went out so I sent the rest again that I couldn't bring.

I saw some children sleeping on the side of the road with cardboard as their bed. How pitiful!

One woke up and he woke up the others.

their conditions are just pitiful. They're too young to suffer & have this state of living.

I remembered the declamation piece that was my favorite.

Alms. Alms. Alms.

Spare me a piece of bread

Spare me your mercy

I am a child so young, so thin & so ragged.

Haystt.

"Hey kids! we brought you something." I said genuinely.

I reached for the one I was carrying which was immediately taken by the other. He opened it & a wide surprise smile form in his lips.

"Wow! Food." he said excitedly, attracting the attention of other colleagues.

They still fought.

"Hey don't fight over that. There's more here." I said and reached for everything we brought.

I saw that they were very happy and eating so I was super duper happy.

I don't know what went through my mind and what kind of spirit joined me but the next thing I know. I was hugging Clinton so damn tightly.

He was surprised and I could see it clearly. When I noticed, I immediately let go and looked away.

Gosh, what is that Abi?

It's a shame...what will he think of that? Maybe, I was just so happy because he let me give those food packs to the pitiful kids in the streets.

"Kids, we're leaving. Baby." I said and waved.

They nodded wearing their unusual smiles.

We walked together back to the car without saying a word.

It's up to Batman. Only the strong can break the silence.

I looked around his car in case I saw a clock.

"What are you looking for"?

I looked at him.

"I'd like to know what time it is?" I replied.

"Take my cell phone from my pocket." he ordered.

I forced myself to follow what he said.

I slowly put my hand in his pants pocket.

Gosh, that's awkward.

What's going on in his mind to order me to take it. He has a hand and I'm another woman.

God! what if I touch the alag-no no. Abi! Don't think like that.

Abi, he's driving. He might get into a crash if he picks it up. You might bump into each other. The other side of my brain goes against with it saying, "he can just stop the car and get it."

when I touched the head. Oh no, that term is obscene. My goodness.

The one with the hole, Oh God! I think it's even more obscene.

Just to enter. Oh nooo!

The one where the charger goes in! I immediately pulled it out. And released, what released?

Oh shit...Abi, damn it, what happened to you?

I just shook my head at the crazy thought.

I checked where its Power On is. The fool's cell phone is the latest brand iPhone. Envious.

When I saw it, I immediately opened it. I was surprised because there was no pin, pattern or password.

he doesn't even have phone security? As for the fact that he is scary, who would dare to interfere with his cellphone?

You Abi, you I laughed said mind.

He gave it to me. He made an offer! Another thought interfered.

It was exactly 10:00 pm when I checked his phone.

I was about to return it but I might just get in his way.

And maybe he will put it back in his pocket. Geeeze!

I just looked at it. He doesn't even have gaming apps. He also doesn't have social apps like Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.

what is the purpose of this cell phone of his? Just Text & Call like that? Too bad it's still an iPhoneHe has a lot of wealth but he's too oldies. He's not even updated on trends. He has a lot of unread messages but I know the word privacy so I don't interfere with that. I don't have a right noh.

I saw the baduy-baduy on his wallpaper. Is that spelled smiggle or smeagel? In Lord of the Rings? Its face is addicted, big and red eyes that smoke like tobacco.

Doesn't he know how to take a selfie? there are no other pictures in his gallery besides that and a mountain view.

I excitedly pressed the camera.

Wow! The clarity of the camera bes. My beauty is very clear.

I saw him on the camera glancing at me.

"What are you doin'?" he asked.

"Don't interfere with that. Just drive, focus, we might crash."

"Don't look. I'll just take a picture of us. Don't look back, it's like your picture was stolen." I said as I clicked the camera.

the shot is beautiful. I'm smiling while he is driving. He looks so manly, focused and serious. How could he be this Mr. Perfectly fine? I immediately set that picture as wallpaper.

"There.. Perfect."

I noticed that the road we were taking did not go back to the resort so I looked at him.

"Where are we going?" I wondered.

"We're heading home". he answered.

Home? As in his mansion?

But why? I was suddenly nervous when I remembered what happened at the mansion.

I put his cellphone on the dashboard. I was thinking a lot of things as we are coming close to his mansion.

Is it right for me to give full trust to him? That he has no bad intentions towards me but to keep me safe and protected?