I'm Your Future Wife
741 Words
Jedi was about to enter the door when a slender woman blocked her way. She bluntly looked at the woman.
"I'm sorry ma’am, but do you have an appointment with Red?"
She raised her right eyebrow, 'Damn! She just addressed Red like a friend? How dare this woman. ‘ It should be only me who should call him Red'.
"It seems like you’re not being courteous to your employer just calling him by his name." She's starting to get irritated.
"Oh I'm not ma’am, it's just that my boss wants me to address him by just calling his name. He allows us people who are close to call him by just his name"
"Is that so? Now let me in."
"Sorry ma’am, but no appointment means-"
"I don't need an appointment. Get lost! I'm getting annoyed so step aside or you will regret it." the intimidating look on her face began to show off.
"J-just open that door m-ma’am, R-Red is inside", the woman who looked like Red's secretary stammery said.
Without a word she opened the door, there she saw a tall man standing facing the window, he's holding a glass of expensive wine.
"Who are you?" the man was still facing the window. His cold deep baritone voice is like a music to Jedi's ears, a voice like coming under the see. It made her more itching to make him hers.
"Oh, hi Red I’m your future wife. Would you like to turn around and face me?"
The man laughed, "My future wife...so confident huh, who gave you that idea?"
Jedi smiled, "Well, me who else?"
She sat on the chair in front of his table facing him. This time the man turned around. Jedi gasped in astonishment, well the man looks more devilishly handsome this time. She had a chance to study his figure, may be he's six feet and three inches tall, black hair, thin pinkish lips, perfectly carved pointed nose in perfect chin and cheeks. Just like what she noticed he had a scar on his right upper forehead, but what attracted her the most are his cold eyes like piercing deep down into her soul. For her he has the perfect face ever.
"You don't know what you're saying lady. By the way who are you?"
"Ouch! You hurt my pride future hubby, stop pretending. I'm pretty sure you know me."
The man just shrugged his shoulder indicating he didn’t know her and it pisses her.
"Jedi Quiman, Precious Jedidiah Quiman. Ring a bell?"
"Precious Jedidiah Quiman...my future wife...well it doesn't suit you I guess. It looks like you're not too courteous to be my wife."
She lost her control.
"What! What made you think that I'm not-"
"First you entered my place uninvited, secondly you sat on my chair without me asking you to sit and lastly should you not call me Mr. Samuel since we're not close?"
Jedi felt humiliated and embarrassed, she clenched her fists in anger but still managed to maintained her poise, she crossed her legs gracefully and smiled sweetly.
"Well, to be frank I make my own rules and standards it's up for me to decide what's being courteous and what is not. Isn't it what magnificent people do RED?"
"Well Miss Jedi, I make my own rules too, as well decide what's being courteous and what is not. As per my judgement you're far less courteous than my secretary outside and my guard downstairs."
This time he looked at her coldly as if warning her to leave immediately. It made her shiver with fear. So all along he knew what happened downstairs and outside his office. She felt embarrassed about it, should she have a good impression for him.
Gosh, she's being careless, nevertheless she didn't give in to the negativity.
What, a woman like her would shiver in front of this man? No way! She will not let him humiliate and intimidate her.
She stood with dignity and looked into his eyes even though she really wanted to stormed outside his office.
"Well I guess that look implies me to leave, so I will. Till next time MY FUTURE HUSBAND."
She's about to leave the door but stopped and turned around "Oh hubby please stop letting other women surround you or I'll send them to the sea and be a food ration for the shark."
She smiled sweetly and winked at him before finally leaving his territory.
- Writer
