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“Hane, I really loved the magician today. His talent is beautiful.” I smiled to Hane.
“Yes it was.” She returned my smile with a warm one of hers, rubbing her tommy where her bump had gotten really bigger. “Gosh being 7 months pregnant sure takes a lot of work, am I right?”
“Yes, you are.”
A goat walked over to me, dressed in a nurse outfit. “It's time for your appointment, Doctor Mike is waiting for you inside.”
“Oh, okay thanks a lot.” I touched Hane's arm gently. “I'll be back okay.”
With that, I followed the goat to a small room.
The room was so dark that I couldn't see a thing.
Suddenly an eagle flew to me, handing me a touch light. “Thank you.” I smiled at it, taking the touch light from it.
The touch was very bright, it lit up the whole room.
Doctor Mike was sitting on a couch looking very feminine.
He looked like Suzy.
“Please have your seat.” He gestured to a cow which I sat on.
For some reason, the cow was very comfortable.
“Good day Doctor Mike.”
A frown was planted on his face. “I'm sorry Mrs Jones, but you have Zebdograza.”
I gasped, tears gushing from my eyes. “How can I have it? What should I do? No!”
My eyes were suddenly closing, I was on a hospital bed. I think I was dying.
Doctor Mike walked in. “We've done everything we could, the only way to cure you is for you to get a kiss from Don.”
“A kiss?!” I jumped from the bed. “Is there no other way? I don't want to kiss him.”
“I'm sorry but there's no other way.” He sounded blitheless.
Hane walked in with her 8 year old son, both holding Don who had a smirk on his lips.
“No.” I was shaking my head.
“Come on baby, my lips are ready for you.” He pushed his lips forward, leaning closer to me.
“No! No! No!” I was screaming as his head grew bigger and bigger, leaning closer to me.
“No!!!”
My eyes jerked open, causing me to sit up straight on the bed.
What the f**k was that stupid dream? Gosh, I was sweating really bad.
Why on earth did that stupid guy have to kiss me? Now he was haunting me in my sleep.
Gosh, this was frustrating.
The dream was still shocking to me that when my ringtone echoed, I was startled, turning to where it laid on the table beside me.
Picking it up, I wasn't surprised to see a video call from both Rose and Suzy. They'd been calling me very often since this honeymoon started.
I answered the call.
“Hey what's up?” I didn't even bother to sound okay.
“What's up with you? You don't sound too good.” Suzy was already looking like the old Suzy I knew before the cancer. She had an appointment with the surgeons for chemotherapy next week.
“I'm not good at all. I just want to come back home, there's a lot I want to talk about. Thank goodness I'm leaving today.”
“You're leaving today?” Rose asked in a tone that made me wonder why she sounded so flummoxed.
“Yeah, duh. Today makes it a month in this frustrating honeymoon.” A crease formed between my brows, expressing my confusion.
“Well, I don't think it's supposed to be a month-long honeymoon. The media seems to think you guys went for a two months' honeymoon.”
“What are you saying?” No way I'm living another month with him. I'd totally go crazy.
“Well, it's what the media said, maybe you two have your own plans.” She shrugged like it meant nothing.
They didn't understand, I might not make it a whole month.
“What's the problem? You don't look too good.” Suzy sounded slightly worried.
“I'm not good, gosh,” I ran a hand through my hair, “I can't stay another month with him.” My tone dropped so Don wouldn't hear me.
“Why?”
I had to start the explanation from when he kissed me a day to the honeymoon till when he kissed me yesterday thinking I was asleep.
“Wow.” Rose said in between laughter.
“What is so funny?” I didn't mean to sound so annoyed but it came out like that.
I mean, why's she laughing when I think I'm going to pass out.
“It's so nice, that means he likes you.”
Likes me? That had been the only explanation to it in my head.
“But that's not possible.” It just didn't make sense.
“Why?” Rose's smile made me feel like entering the phone and throwing blows at her.
“Don't you get it? He's always acting mean to me, he barely ever talks to me. He's barely ever even out of that room. How on earth can he like me?”
“Well, maybe he's not the type to express his emotions. Maybe he just feels it's best to keep it in.” Suzy's words struck me. “You did say he sounded nervous after kissing you, maybe that's just who he is.”
“Maybe.” It came out just above a whisper. I was telling it to myself anyways.
***
I got out of my room, after taking my bath, brushing my teeth and changing into a comfortable knee length gown.
Gosh, I really hoped we were leaving today.
My heart raced faster when I sighted Don sitting in the parlor, surprisingly not with his laptop or phone.
Instead he was watching something on the TV.
I didn't know he watched TV.
His head jerked in my direction. Those blue eyes on mine only made my breath seize.
“I thought we were leaving today.” I managed to say, still holding my breath. “I thought we'll be going back to New York.”
He turned back to the TV, allowing me to breathe again. “We're waiting for another month.”
“But why?”
“We're going to a restaurant to eat today.” He ignored my question.
“But I thought we'd booked our seats in a plane.” I wanted to know why he still wanted us to stay for another month. Was it because he liked me?
“It's my private plane, I can go anytime I want.” That explained why it was empty the time we were on it earlier.
Still, why on earth do we still have another month? At this rate, I might not go back alive.
That was when his earlier words struck me. “Why are we eating in a restaurant? I like to eat alone.”
He seemed bored of my talking. “You signed a contract to make the media think we're a real couple so that's what we're doing. Get ready, we'll be going soon.”
What is wrong with this man? Was he doing this because of the media or something else? Maybe his emotions?
He didn't look like he felt anything special for me, so what is happening?
The kiss spoke so many different things from what he was doing at the moment.
I don't want him to like me and I most certainly don't want to like him back. I think.
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