Don'ts Of An Arranged Marriage

15. Don't Be Fooled

When he allowed me to use him for comfort, he didn't know or needed to know what it was about. He only wanted to be the cure for a disease he doesn't know. But his prescription couldn't be any more inclined.

Groping through the tubes of lipsticks through the pouch I select my usual coral peach tone for the day. The sun was off its leash, as if the rainy episode never happened. It was wildly radiant. And my full-sleeved cotton top and skinny jeans weren't a summery wear. But since I was running out of sunscreen – I can't let my sensitive skin fight without armor.

As I applied the thick, long-lasting tint on my lips. Lee began to bombard me with questions so obvious that I paused for a second.

"You are going out?"

No Lee, I want to look good so I can be home so that I could compose a song with my fish.

"Yes" caressing my lips with my finger to smear the color in even, I internally scream at how I got caught checking Lee out twice in a minute. Hormones thrilled with the imagery of provocative thoughts that I kept bashing away. But I continue to speak as he had his gaze highlighted at what I have to say "There is this guy-

"Ah a guy"

"Will you let me finish?" my heart raced with how soon his outlines soured in distaste. He wasn't the same person the second a flicker of ambiguous emotion struck through him. He lowered his head, inspecting his palms- it was better that way. To not have him in the vicinity.

"Isn't it always starts with a guy?" it was cold- and raw. I wasn't naïve to know how our marriage was going. I could end this by lying to him. Today it's an attraction. But tomorrow it could be more if left untreated. But I don't do it. I was pathetically so selfish, the with a clumsy smile I don't venture twice before steering his doubts away. But he beats me to it.

"It always begins with a guy"

He was unbelievable.

"I spilled coffee on his designer clothes so now I have to repay him to do so- he wants me to meet his fashion coordinator. I know it's stupid. But he insisted" I exhale applying a coat of mascara on my lashes "I don't want to go. But I feel guilty"

Not yet recovered from his own theories he nudged his nose stonily in the air.

"Don't go then"

"What?"

"I'll go instead of you. I will buy him some flowers and take him on a date. I'll creep him out to the point he won't use such cheap tactics to lure an innocent girl in" with each letter added, he stood up slowly. His stare shone with consideration. He wasn't bluffing, was he?

"Innocent girl? You think I don't know what he is doing?" I jump as he passed by, shrugging off the robe with his back to me. He reached for the navy blue t-shirt that he had it hung by the bar line. He pulls it through him, he turns around once he got through the sleeve- I throw my entire focus towards applying my eyeliner. I don't wing it through the first try like usual.

"So you are still going?" it was accusative.

"Yes" was I squeaking?

"Fine" he sighs, shifting beside me to style his hair. He stared at me from above with a furrowed brow, and suddenly he nudged me hard using his hip. Stumbling a couple of steps to the side I grunt. Pretending to be stable. "I am coming with you"

"It's my respo-

"Did I stutter Shin?" he was morphing into a molten dark chocolate. Bitter for the tongue but good for health. So I swallow my pride as he employed the black blazer to compliment his outfit as I brush my hair. The heat from the bath he had in prior was respirating through the room still.