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The eyes and ears can deceive because what we frequently see and hear are not the real facts. *** Aleta felt her heart burn as Qeiza disregarded her threat. She even dared to break through her defences and forced her step backwards. It caused her back hit the wall. Not accepting being treated in such a way, Aleta hunted Qeiza and successfully pulled her hand harshly. “Huh! What a shameless woman!” She snapped. “You thought who you are so you dare to attack me?!” “Let my hand free, Miss! While I’m still asking you nicely.” Qeiza was completely furious at Aleta. That strange woman just came unexpectedly and waved a war flag, whereas they definitely didn’t know each other. Did Aleta’s brain also have a problem, just the same as Ansel’s? “Don’t dream!” Aleta tightened her grip. “What’s this fuss?” A young man at the age of his last thirties got out of the elevator and immediately approached them. Qeiza soon recognized him as the one who had interviewed her earlier. Aleta gave her
Someone who has neglected you might need you someday. *** The song lyrics of ‘My Love’ which was sung by Westlife lilted and infiltrated softly into Qeiza’s eardrums. The sky overarched the earth with its light blue color. The orange tinge of twilight curtain hadn’t flown yet on the western horizon. The solemnity of the romantic song wrapped in the softness of blue sky brought Qeiza’s dreams to wander, downing to the garden of feeling that the young people desired. It’s the garden where the flowers of love and longing were combined in the heart. Qeiza wasn’t a kind of a sentimental woman. But, the bad things she experienced all day made her need to calm herself down. The best way was by listening to the evocative songs while pampering her eyes with the beauty of the world. The top of The Eiffel Tower as if called Qeiza’s soul to immediately harbor her admiration at it. Qeiza stood at the corner of green-grassed field that stretched like a fur carpet looked from the distance. The
Fleeing is not the best way to avoid someone who hurt you. Just face him and make peace with your past. *** “Are you alone, Miss?” Qeiza heard someone speak to her with the footsteps getting closer. She turned ninety degrees. She was a bit surprised when she recognized the face of the greeter under the dim moonlight. “Mr. Xander? I didn’t expect I’d meet you here,” said Qeiza in a flat tone. “Ah, my sight wasn’t wrong at all,” replied Xander. “I’ve seen you from the distance for a long time, but I was little doubtful if it’s really you, Miss Kim.” Xander showed his friendly smile. “It seems that you’re talented to be a spy.” “Gosh! I don’t think so, Miss. I just felt afraid of mistaking another person, so I should reassure myself before going to approach you.” “Whatever! It seems you’re alone too.” Qeiza turned back and focused her attention to the charm of the night on the bank of the Seine River. “You’re right,” replied Xander. “I’m running away from Ansel.” While mentionin
A man who is serious in a relationship will not hesitate to introduce his beloved woman to his family. *** Considering that she couldn’t look weak or be intimidated by Ansel’s attitudes and words, Qeiza lifted up her chin. She had to remain to look strong and respectable. “You're visiting me at the wrong time, Mister,” Qeiza stared intensely at Ansel, hiding her anger behind her cold look. Ansel took a look at the watch on his wrist. “It’s not too late,” he said. “I’m coming here to fetch you. Ums … I want to introduce you to my mom.” “What? You must be insane. We aren’t in such a relationship so you need to introduce me to your mom.” “I’m not the kind of person who likes showing courtesy,” replied Ansel. “I know what I want.” “But, it doesn’t mean that you can act as you please. I’m a human being, not a stuff that you can take away whenever you like.” Ansel’s pupils glowed unpleasantly. The woman in front of him was truly a dissident. “I just want my mom to know that I like s
Ansel still locked his gaze at the hijab woman who was sitting across him. If only he didn’t pay close attention to the color of her eyes, he must have thought that she was really Ae Ri. The dreaming girl he was going to fetch this morning. “What do you think? Qeiza is pretty, right?” asked Alina. Her lips curved into a teasing smile at his only son. “Where did you find her?” Ansel neglected his mother’s query. In the contrary, he attacked his mother with his own question. “Are you sure this strange woman is Qeiza?” Though Ansel had never once met his ex-wife, he didn’t know why his heart doubted her identity. He felt a bit weird when she appeared in his house unexpectedly. In fact, she was the one who sued a divorce and returned all the stuffs he gave her. Did she just regret it? “Ansel! It's not good to think badly of others, especially your ex-wife.” Alina looked displeased with Ansel’s suspicious attitude. “Mom, if she’s really Qeiza, my ex-wife, she should have felt ashamed t
The ringing of the doorbell on Qeiza’s apartment door roared like a starving baby. Repeatedly Ansel uncovered the hem of his sleeve to check the rotation of the hands on his watch. He had been standing there for more than ten minutes. “Where in the world is she going?” Ansel wondered. If Qeiza was inside, she should have opened the door for him. “She must have been angry.” Remembering that he didn’t grant Qeiza’s request and his lateness for picking her up, Ansel cursed himself. “Damn it! Because of that shameless woman, my plan is ruined.” Ansel grabbed his hair in frustration while shouting in annoyance. He always dreamed that he could introduce Qeiza to his mother. But, look what he’s getting right now? It’s just a hurt failure. After waiting for thirty minutes with no signs that Qeiza would open the door for him, Ansel walked unsteadily to leave that place. It’s his fault. He had no rights to get mad at Qeiza, let alone to hate her for what happened. The only one who deserved
Sometimes, God deletes the plans we have written and replaces them with better realities. *** “God! Oppa!” Qeiza yelled in surprise. “What happened?” Entering Dae Hyun’s house by using the duplicated key that he gave her, Qeiza was shocked by his condition, lying on the floor of his bedroom unconsciously. The sweats were pouring down all over Dae Hyun’s body. It made his clothes soaked. Qeiza touched Dae Hyun’s forehead. It felt hot. His lips looked blue and dried, like someone who’s dehydrating. Worrying about the bad health condition of Dae Hyun, Qeiza fought to move him onto the bed. She changed Dae Hyun’s shirt then compressed him with warm water. According to the theory from the article she had ever read, when the skin got a hot temperature simulation, thus the brain would give a command to the body’s central nervous system to cool down the body's temperature. By doing so, it was hoped that the temperature of Dae Hyun’s body would be back to normal. Qeiza didn’t know how lon
A man and a woman were like two different poles of magnets. They would attract each other. *** “Sorry! I’m–I’m just tidying up your blanket.” Qeiza pulled her head away from Dae Hyun’s face. Her heart beat fast. Her cheeks flushed because of embarrassment and awkwardness. “Thank goodness, you’re finally conscious,” said Qeiza after struggling hard to control her nervousness. “You must have been so thirsty. Do you want me to take some water for you?” Qeiza knew it was actually a silly question. Being unconscious for almost two days, certainly Dae Hyun would feel his throat dry. She shouldn’t have asked that. Seeing that Dae Hyun remained silent, Qeiza was more nervous. She quickly moved from there and left Dae Hyun’s bedroom. “Phew! Why did he have to wake up at that time?” Qeiza caressed her chest. One of her hands was resting on the dining table. “Just make me shy.” Meanwhile, Dae Hyun tried to sit up and leaned on the headboard. Just the same as Qeiza, he also felt his heart