I slowly open my eyes when the sunlight touches the skin of my face across the window. It's still freezing outside but the morning sun made me smile, rousing from the bed, I realized that me and my boyfriend slept together last night.
In a complete trepidation, I feel myself if something happened last night. A deep sigh of relief after I figured out that my muliebrity is still there. V card is important to every woman, but in some circumstances and situation, some men forces them to give it up, and some women willfully surrendering it. No matter what happen, no matter what the world we live in, women will always be a women and no proceedings can change that.
Funny how defensive I am with my boyfriend but completely defenceless to his mother before.
I've always been cautious when I'm with Luis, we're together for about five years but I just couldn't shake it off. I thought that sex is not the only intimate thing in our relationship, believing about marriage first before anything else.
I took my engagement ring that sitting in the bedside table and wore it. A warm lips kiss my cheek that made me jolted a little. It was Luis, being topless only wearing his boxer.
"Morning," says my boyfriend before jumping off the bed and proceed to the comfort room, leaving me alone.
My eyes wandered the four wall of the bedroom, it was his room when he was still young. My feet brought me to the wooden ledge with his pictures on it.
I was right..he was the boy I've seen in her glass divider eight years ago. Luis never showed me his pictures when he was still youth. I sigh and took a seat in the square chair waiting for him to come out, softly brushing my bare feet to the plumy carpet.
"Babe, are you done there?" I shouted a little as I noticed that he's been inside for about minutes now.
"Not yet," I heard him say, "why?" he asked.
"Nothing, will use the cr after you," I vaguely said and walk through the window to ease myself from peeing.
"Why don't you look for other rooms for comfort room? I suggest." I frowned knowing how big his parents house is, and I'm afraid I'll see his mother and do the things that I will regret later.
"No, it's fine. I'm good," I said, turning my attention outside the window. A black luxurious car that I think own by one of Luis parents just drove away from where it is parked. Was it her?
A sudden headache made my skull throbbed, hangover from last night's party with their huge sala, dancing with an old rock music, and drinks in our hands. I still can remember the stare of that woman the moment when her husband took me to dance with him, but after that, she was the one who asked me to dance with her and the two gentlemen seemed not bother about us.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance when Luis seems to like the ambiance of the comfort room while I couldn't take my bladder to erupt anymore.
"Babe!" I slightly banged the door. What is he doing? The heck.
"I told you to look for the other comfort room," he said, making me groan and stamp my feet like a kid.
"Are you doing a Bible study there?" I asked in a complete asphyxiation but he only replied with a chuckle. This jerk.
No other choice, I slightly run through the door and stop in the middle of the hallway when I saw a four close doors. Do I have to experience this? Even choosing to these freaking close doors made me feel like at a loss.
I leaned my ear like a fool to every door and listened if there is someone's there, a silk fabric of my long sleepwear brushing through the varnished flooring.
