He became an Extra lucky me pancit canton chilimansi hot and spicy sweet noodles.
“Bebe, are you sure about this?” I asked shyly, I keep on asking again and again. I am trying these clothes.
He didn’t answer again and call 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 face me, “this way, Ma’am.” She said in a polite way with hands sign.
I look at Kiki and as usual he is busy with his phone. He don’t even gave me a comfort, safe and assurance look. How cold this man is. I wanna ask this girl but I don’t know how to speak in her language. I don’t know English.
This woman called another girl and that girl is holding a lot and different of clothes. They let me try them all and every time I am done for dressing I go outside and Kiki gave me a look and he was the one who’s deciding if its fits me or not.
“Sis, I am already.” I complaint and breath out. She looks at me asking a question. They keep on giving me a revealing and sexy clothes. She don’t understand what I had said.
“Kiki, this is not fits me.” I a pulling the clothes that I am wearing, its 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 turn around. I showed him even he is front of me and I think I am not beautiful in his eyes with this clothes on. He is staring me blanly since then and he gave no emotionless. What a supporting and loving he is.
“This clothes is so beautiful and sexy but not fit in this face. I should wear this kind of outfit. Look at my face, I have a lot of pimples.” I said sadly. I keep on get bullying because of my face and it saddened, it still affects me. How I wish I am beautiful and have a soft and clear face.
He stand and walk near me, he stop in front of me and he even look at me seriously, he lifted my chin seriously and looked into my eyes, “what’s wrong with your outfit and face?” he frowned.
“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 confident at this moment.
“So?” He raise 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 he 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 see a light to 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 look at me.
He furrowed, “who said that?”
I look at the different directions. I felt beautiful by his stares.
“Those people who sees and know me.” I pouted and finally look 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 admirer.”
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 Demand. I followed him, “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 deeply and sincere.
I felt clouded by his words. The way he said those words it seem I am facing a different, Kiki, he is like my best friend, like an angel. I wanna cry.
“Hey, is that really you?!” I almost crying, I push him. I felt I finally someone to lean on and won’t against on me no matter what.
“I’m your husband.” He answered as matter of fact.
I distance a little bit. I am not comfortable to his stares. He is taking my breath. He is holding me gentle too.
“How did you know those about cultures, differences, country, society. Why you know a lot of things?”
I wiped my tears.
“Simple. A lot of women in the firm are drowning in so-called social media and I notice that women are being conservative how they should look and wear and it's because of social media. there’s nothing wrong about making yourself beautiful and being confident, it’s actually good. Just don’t let social media dictate you.” He stated deeply.
Unfollow those influencer now. If you know what I mean.
“What are you fighting for?” I furrowed. He said a lot of things. Maybe we should be always in this country he become talkative and I have someone whom I can talk too.
“Simple. I notice that you are drowning in social media and watching and looking at something in your phone, I even caught you looking at someone 's pictures. A woman's pictures.”
Instead of being feeling shy, “so, you saw vids that I am watching in tiktok? Those handsome and sexy men dancing?” I giggle, I feel butterfly in my stomach remembering the.
He shrugged.
“Minimize using social media.” He advised me.
“Sir, here’s your card.” the women came and gave the cart to Kiki, and my eyes widen when I saw a lot of paper bags.
“Lah, who’s those things belong to?” my eyes widened. They are a lot, too many. He is holding those paper bags on his both hands. They are also came in different sizes.
“Your clothes, why?” He asked and started to walk and I followed him.
“What? Me?! Are you for real?! I didn’t buy anything.” We are walking out of that shop.
He is so fast to walk.
“I bought these for you, okay?” He continued to walk.
“You bought that for me? I don’t need to pay you?” I want to clarify.
He nods at me.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed and hug his shoulder so he won’t leave me here. I thought he is going to torture me in this country or left me because I am so noisy.
I won’t be a picky, he bought those for me and I am really sure they are so expensive because I saw the price. I won’t be picky because I am not beautiful.
I'm going to overdo it.
“Hey, are you really sure, Kiki?!” He brought me again in a make up station and he also looking for a make up. I will be getting crazy. What’s happening to, Kiki? He became kind.
“Think whatever you want to think.” He shrug and I followed him.
“Are you using makeup?” He stops and face me..
“No, I don’t know how to use those things and I don’t have a money to buy that.” Natural beauty is the best.
“Theresa Youtube, you canlearn on it. It's very helpful. Do you want me to buy you some makeup?” he asked innocently looking at me.
I am really going crazy, he is pushing me to use make up. I can’t do this thing anymore. I am
“Its up to you.” I don’t want to waste another opportunity given by the above. I don’t want to feeling shy. This is once in a lifetime.
He didn’t answer and turn his back on him. I let him do what he wants to do, i keep on silent. He might change his mind if I talk.
Okay, he bought me a lot of make ups and I don’t what are those for, “if they aren’t enough and there’s a thing that I miss, tell me, I’ll buy it right away.” He said while giving his card on one of those cashier.
I shyly looks at the cashier.
Those make up are in ten paper bags, super many and he have a lot of money to spend for me. I hope for me too. Hmm, maybe I sell these make ups so I have money to pay for him. Right! He won’t know. Hihi, brainy Claire.
He bought me everything that I wanted. Even the things that I am not asking he even bought for me. I feel so special.
We even eat at an expensive restaurant. He gave me what I wanted. I finally have sugar daddy!.
“I have something to tell you.” I said seriously, I had been wanted to asked this questions to him, this is the right timing.