UNFIT
People are almost halfway through their meal, but I have not touched mine, and the is not doing any justice to this situation. I take a couple of sips of the juice first, it can calm my nerves. I throw a glance at Jerol from the corner of my eyes.
His food is barely touched too, perhaps because he has been watching me fight with damn knife and fork. I put the glass of juice down, and I grab the stupid tools . Just one more. They have to work! They need to.
I angrily try, but the result is the same. I put them together and toss them aside, murmuring a thousand curses to them. I grab the chicken piece with my , and munch on it. I will do things the best way I know how to. I can't force to be what I am not. I chew the meat in my mouth and I tell you what? It tastes . It's so good and...
"Oh, my goodness! What the heck!"
I know that voice. I heard it earlier, and I don't need to look in her direction to know she looks right now.
"This is so embarrassing!" She murmurs, between gritted teeth, I suppose.
I look around, and wow! Just wow! All the uncountable eyes are on me, except for the person beside me who I don't want to look at right now. Ever been in a situation you have food in your mouth but you can't swallow it because it's not chewed for some reason, you can't continue chewing? That's where I am, and spitting it is the most embarrassing thing I can't afford to do right now.
God! Why did you bring me here?
"Miss, the knife and the fork, are used for cutting the meat." Another damn voice of a echoes.
Yeah, right! As if I don't fucking know that.
"Maybe this is all new to her." That was a woman's voice again, and Jerold had to this specific one a glance, while I bow down with shame.
I am not ashamed of who I am, but embarrassing Jerol is what is eating me up. What they think of him now, hub?
"Jerol?" Her mother calls, calm but furious.
"Yes, mom?" He asks, his voice so flat. No anger in it. No nothing.
"Didn't you teach your wife some table manners? What sort of embarrassment is ?" The way she is saying it, the way she is pointing at me, she is really pissed off, I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me alive right now.
"What's so wrong with what she is doing mother?" Like everybody at the table, my travel to him. "Has it ever been a crime to use hands to eat?" He dared anybody answer, and nobody dared to. They just stare at him with dismay, and I feel bad I know deep inside he is not pleased with this behaviour. He is just trying to me. To make me not look so odd and unfit in his world. But by doing this he is himself more.
"Oh, please, son!" Her mother retorts back, his father trying to calm her down to no . I presume she is the only one who can dare his son."How can you stoop so low, ? No wonder she even doesn't have a surname!"
"No surname?" A couple of voices ask in unison.
"As early as now, Jerol, take this garbage where you picked it from because she is not for you, nor for this family. SHE CAN NOT BE YOUR WIFE, SON!" His mother , stressing on every word of the last sentence.
"She already is, mother, and I am not here to ask for anybody's approval. My heart her, and I love her just the way she is." He leans into peck my cheek that's his side to prove his point.
"But I am telling you...."
"THAT'S ENOUGH, MOTHER!" He slams the table, so hard that the sound echoes the entire place, and his high - toned pitch adds more. "I didn't bring my here for interrogation or judgement. I simply invited everyone here today to her to you, not to seek for anybody's approval either. I don't want to hear more questions directed to my wife whether directly or indirectly. Nobody has the to question my wife like that." He turns to me, after taking his eyes around the , confirming if his message has been made clear to everyone. "Babe? You are not anything wrong, okay." He says with a sweet charming voice, taking my cheeks his palms, making me look at him.
If only this was real, I would be melting in his touch right now. But I have a very guard to always remind me that all this is just for show, and it will last for just months. I wonder what he will tell people after we end the charade and part ways.
"You want to eat with your hands? That's fine. What's more," his thumbs are my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine, "I will join you. I think it's more and enjoyable this way." He takes the piece of meat from my hand and gives a bite, adding to the one that's rotting in my mouth. He then takes a bite, and I had look at him as he confidently chews it, and I travel with it down his throat as he it. Too bad I didn't see where it rested in his stomach because his Adam's got my eyes glued to it. I don't even know what I was thinking staring at it like , but I am glad when he spoke again, snapping me back.
He hands me my meat back, pulling me for a forehead kiss. Turning to his plate, he his fork and the small knife and throws them on the table, munching on the from his bare hands, shocking everyone.
From the look of everyone, I think they are thinking he has gone insane. Nobody to believe that he is doing this. Not even me. Nobody asks any more questions, for her mother who can't stand to watch her son acting like a psycho. She her plate of food aside, grabs the classy handbag and stomps out. What shocks the most is that her husband doesn't bother to stop her or follow her. He continues like his wife didn't just walk out in the middle of the dinner infuriated.
"I'm sorry." I say to Jerol as we stand on the sink washing our hands, him behind me a romantic couple.
"For what?" He implores, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Are you serious? For embarrassing you in front of your guests like that. And not to I am the reason why you are at gross with your mother, and the reason why walked out like that is still me. I feel awful."
He turns me around to face him after we dry our hands.
"There is nothing to apologize for. Don't ever feel bad for being just you. As for my , she will come around. Don't worry, alright?"
"What about you? Do you still think you can manage me for that long? Aren't you off already?" I ask, keeping my voice as low as possible.
"Do you honestly want to know what I think?" He cups my face.
"Mmh?" I nod my head.
"We haven't been convincing enough to these people." He says, brushing my lower lip his thumb. "Forgive me for this, okay?" He whispers with his eyes closed, so dangerously close to my lips, closing the gap between us. Before I can his question, his lips crash on mine, for our very first kiss - my first kiss. As hand moves to the back of my neck to hold me still and support me, mine move to his chest, holding on to his shirt for support.
"Wow! Cheers to the lovebirds." I think our kissing took longer than we both , until the people decided to remind us that we are not in the bedroom. As if will ever happen in that bedroom, dah! Nobody should know, though.
We pull away, and saunter back to the table, him smiling and I blushing, taking our and clicking them together.
He even stole a peck!
"To a happy marriage, my son. Be happy." That is his father. I can tell he has a good .
"Thank you, father. Cheers, everyone!"
We raise our glasses again, and then take a sip. As people sink down to their seats to enjoy the cold drink on the cold night, Jerol pulls me for another slow kiss, men, is he sweet? I don't know about that, but the kiss is generally sweet. The in my stomach are attesting to that.