The Secret that I Carried

Amelia’s POV Buzz, buzz, buzzz, buzzzzzzz.... I rolled over with the most comical look on my face, imagining that I would look like an Annabelle doll, sat up straight, and smashed the "off" button. I have never been so excited to hear the buzzing of my alarm in the morning. Usually it's, smash snooze button to death and groan for "5 more minutes" of sleep. but today, oh no. Today is the day!!! What day you may ask? the day that I’ve been waiting for forever. The day I took my long, awaited overdue trip to Seoul, South Korea, baby!!!! After years of saving while still paying my mortgage for a house I bought my senior year of Uni, I can finally take that trip, especially since it's almost all paid for by work, Not that I didn't work my a** off for it. I put in my proposal for the company's next big project, for the city's new housing scheme along with many other coworkers, and mine was chosen. The prize, of course being an all expense paid trip. I got to choose the destination of my choice, of course, within the company's budget, and Chose South Korea. That's all right, though I saved up money for this trip, long enough to modify things to my taste. I was going to do everything i ever wanted and dreamt of doing over there. I was set!! Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. I am Amelia Summers, a strong an independent black woman with a successful career in accounting, a Bachelors degree in the same. financially sound, although I try to live a frugal lifestyle. Operative word being “try”. I grew up in a single parent household, and we didn't have much to go around. My own mother struggled with demons of her own pass and ending up being a single mother, really took her on an emotional roller coaster. I refused to become a product of my environment or let my circumstances determine my future, I saw what I grew up in and what I didn’t want to live in. Determined I worked through university to support myself and pay for expenses. I was an A student, so I received a four year scholarship to study in my field. I chose accounting because I was excellent with numbers, had a natural affinity for it, not just numbers but most situations as well. i could almost always deduce the outcome of a situation. Some of our friends even called me “the human calculator.” It was a great decision to work during school, it helped build my credit and supported myself, as well as pay for rent in the just above shabby room I rented throughout, my four years at University of Washington. It wasn’t much, but as I said, I knew where I was going and what I wanted to be. Along with graduating from university, one of my greatest accomplishments was signing that dotted line the day I bought my four bedroom, two, and a half baths double car garage home. she's a beaut!! Do I need all that space, just me alone? nope!! do i care? at the moment, nope!! I got a fantastic deal when it was a buyers market on a tax sale house, so I bought it!! So what do you ask is my obvious obsession with Asian culture and South Korea, especially for a black girl who grew up in “Chocolate City” Washington D.C ? It’s simple. I think Korean men are fine!!! Now to each his own, but I mean, have you seen them?!?! Cute face and so valiant. Just thinking about it makes me want to have little "Lee Minho" babies so badly, my ovaries hurt. Now I know they say that “Asian men carry small packages” but that can’t be true for all of them, right!?!? I sure as help hope not, cause a girl is “Stuck on you.” They seem to be courteous and romantic, and I have watched so many K Dramas that I swear I am half Korean by now. Self taught; learning to speak and write the language. Let’s not forget the cuisine honey. Their food is fire!! Like literally, that s**t is on volcanic levels of heat!! Lordt, kill me now!! I have always been interested in taking a vacation to experience another country. So when the opportunity came up to go on an all-expenses-paid trip!!! You bet your sweet ARSE I was going to South Korea, I was practically hopping (sure as hell did) at the chance. Hopping off my bed, I glance sideways at my patiently waiting suitcases, covered in a "Michael Kors" skin, I special ordered. Let me let you know now, I have a slight obsession with Michael Kors*, but a sister was not willing to spring five hundred dollars a pop, well, twice. (Tryna live frugal here!!) my carry on is MK. My sneakers are MK, even my passport wallet, like my passport, even needed a dayum wallet. then again, yes, it did. I chuckled to myself as a walk into my en-suite bathroom start the shower so the water heats up good and hot like I like it. I strip down to my birthday suit and stare at my reflection in my floor-length mirror. I may not have had the best childhood or the perfect family, but God sure blessed me with an awesome brain and beautiful body. if one were to describe me, No I’m not skinny and athletic, but a gorgeous ebony woman with a voluptuous figure. a small waist there is that stubborn belly pouch, more like the, I couldn't be bother to do much about it pooch, but i don't mind it. I give myself a once over, checking out my booty in the mirror, then grinning at my reflection before stepping into the shower. after I’ve finished my shower, i proceed to get dressed in my high waisted blue jeans that accentuate my bum and a one shoulder royal blue blouse, giving off a flirty, sophisticated look. I then put on a little bit of makeup, style my hair and grab my black lite jacket, put on my Michael Kors sneakers, and my look is complete. Making sure that I have everything for my trip and gathering it all together, I head to the door to wait for the taxi I called when my phone rings. seeing it's my bestie, Tia. I answer with a "what up boo," putting away my professional demeanor and putting on my "I know how to throw down" persona. "Hey Mimi, you ready to go get wild girl?!?!" she asked. we both start screaming over the phone. I know she is genuinely happy for me too, knowing how long I have wanted this, she totally shares in my excitement. "Girl, you already know, I was ready last year," I reply, and we both crack up laughing. "Girl, just be careful, over there, you know them Asians love chocolate," she giggles. "Don't get kidnapped by the mafia," she says half seriously. "Why you gotta say that T, you tryna jinx me?!?!" I whine "girl I’m just saying have fun relax enjoy your trip, but don't go no where with nobody you don't know, you know your nosy self, especially at night, I saw "Taken" that's all I’m saying and my fine ass is not Liam Neeson" she cracks up laughing at her own messed up joke. The thing is, I know her dumb track star looking behind would get on the first flight to come find me. Tia is anything but dumb. She is actually a kick ass lawyer who does both criminal and corporate law. She is smart as a whip and throws down like a gangster!! "Girl, bye!! “anyway my cab here, imma go now, call you at the airport before I leave”. "ok sis, make sure to call me back," T replies, and I hum in agreement, “Love you, bye.” I hang up and open the door to find my cab driver already standing there waiting to assist me with my bags. Summers?" he asks, “that's me” I reply in an overly excited few too many octaves higher voice. "May I help you with your bags, Ms. summer's?" he asked.” Yes, you may umm.......what is your name?” "Scott, you can call me Scott, Ms. Summers, " he says with a smooth as wine voice and a flirtatious look on his face. "You better behave them, baby blues, white boy." I whisper under my breath with a smirk on my face before saying out loud, "Thank you, Scott," as I hand him my luggage. "After you ma'am," he says with that same sexy tone and steps aside so I could walk towards the car, where he then proceeds to open the door for me. I get in while Scott places my luggage in the trunk and joins me in the driver's seat. This vacation is already off to a wonderful start, and I just may get his phone number for my girl Tia. We made small talk of a little playful banter a lot of flirting. And told him about my trip and how long I've been waiting to take this trip, just making Small Talk to pass the time and Within half an hour we're at The airport. Coming to a stop, Scott proceeds to open my door for me and then remove my luggage from the trunk and assist me all the way to the departure entry. Before I go, I get his phone number for Tia, and he wishes me a safe, fulfilling trip. His words on mine. I thank him for his excellent service, not forgetting to tip him generously, cause a girl was in a MOOD, and say our goodbyes. I head to the Korean Air desk to go through the check-in process, check my bags in, and start my walk to the boarding gate. while walking, I call Tia to update her and pass on the handsome Scott's phone number. We say our goodbyes, and I love you and see you soon before I end the call and head to the boarding lineup. The boarding process is fairly easy, and since my ticket is first class.... Hello!! a girl's in business!!! I walked all the way up the door with no problems with my little MK carry-on, found my seat under the directive of the seemingly pleasant South Korean hostess, and settled in for my flight. after 15 hours and forty minutes of non-stop flying, champagne, good food, and sleep in these luxurious reclined, all the way back like “kin folk” seats. We're finally here!!!!!