I’ve been increasingly restless since Reyhan confessed that he wanted me at Ranila’s birthday party. Even more so, I still vividly remember that intoxicating and passionate kiss. Three days since the party had passed, and yesterday, Aunt Ramia and Uncle Abraham came to the house to turn the engagement plan into a wedding. My mother was pleased about it, and again, I couldn’t move.

Meanwhile, Caroline was surprised by the news about me and Reyhan Al Jariz. No matter how hard I tried, the media would find out in the end, and what frustrated me even more was the photo of me kissing Reyhan at the party that time had gone viral. Everyone is talking about it, and I don’t have the guts to show my face publicly. My phone chimed, indicating an incoming message.

From Reyhan

Get ready; I’ll be in five minutes until we’re out for lunch.

After reading the message, I immediately got up from my lying position, walked lazily to the wall in the closet, and chose clothes.

“Where are you going, honey?” Mama asked as I passed the living room.

“Lunch with Reyhan ,” I replied, my mother, smiling teasingly. I chuckle when I see my mom teasing me like that. Reyhan ’s car horn sounded from outside.

“I’ll go first, Mam,” I said goodbye, walked over to Mom, gave her a short kiss on the right cheek, and then ran a little to the front yard. My heart beats again whenever I want to meet that handsome but cold man. Reyhan waited while leaning next to his car opposite the entrance of my house. I give my cheerful smile; when does he look ugly?? Is he human? He is as perfect as the depiction of the Greek gods.

Reyhan just smiled a little, then when I approached him, he kissed my forehead and opened the car door for me. I smiled shyly at his sweet treatment; my heart melted like ice cream because of the treatment.

Reyhan POV

She always looks sweet and beautiful in my eyes. Her innocence captivated me; I didn’t expect to see her again after so long. Maybe Mikaila forgot about me, but not me. I was so happy when My decided to turn our engagement plans into a wedding; she would be mine. I know she needs time to adjust to me, and that’s understandable.

When she’s near me, I don’t know what to say but stare at her; I love seeing her smile and blush when embarrassed. And I wanted it even more when I felt her plump lips; it was the most vigorous kiss I’ve ever felt in my life, and although I was surprised because she didn’t seem to be an expert in kissing, I thought of an assumption that it was her first kiss. Still, it’s not possible; it’s different with Atika, my ex-lover, but I still think about it now.

We arrived at a fancy restaurant. I saw Mikaila’s amazed face, which was very cute and innocent; it made me want to smile.

“You like?” I asked, interrupting her admiration; she awkwardly nodded smiled shyly, and her cheeks were flushed red, so beautiful. I grabbed her hand, which was small enough for mine, and held it; we entered the restaurant. When we entered, we heard whispers from either side of us; I put Mikaila’s body close to me when a waitress greeted us, then ushered us to the table I had ordered earlier.

I saw Mikaila look nervous; it could be seen from how she held the menu book and tightly gripped the book’s edge upside down.

“Honey, the book is upside down,” I whispered while holding back my smile so as not to laugh; this girl was very innocent and adorable. Mikaila immediately corrected the position of her menu book. After ordering food, I looked back at Mikaila, who was downcast.

“You must be uncomfortable with the news that spreads about us,” I guess. Mikaila looks up at me and nods; I take a deep breath. I am one of the easy targets of the media because of my undeniable reputation, plus Mikaila’s currently rising reputation as a rising female singer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything so it won’t be a problem in the future,” I promised, then our order arrived a few minutes later.

When we were about to leave the restaurant, there were a lot of men’s eyes that seemed to strip Mikaila open. It made me want to give a raw punch to their faces one by one, plus several people greeted her; maybe they were fans, so Mikaila smiled kindly, and that smile was able to melt my bones. We were forced to stop to serve his fans’ requests to take pictures, hug and even kiss him. I held back all the emotional turmoil seeing my girl treated like a doll.

Wait, did I call Mikaila my girl?? Am I wrong?? She is my future wife.

Instead of decreasing, there were more and more people taking pictures with Mikaila. Finally, I and the restaurant security team stepped in, and relief filled me as we stepped out of the crowd and the restaurant.

“After we get married, I want you to quit the world of Entertainment,” I said, not wanting to be denied. I glanced at Mikaila, who looked at me in surprise.

“What??? But....”

“I don’t like being denied, Mikaila,” I hissed sharply.

“But I-“

“Stop it, or I’ll destroy your career myself,” I threatened, gripping the car’s steering wheel to hold back the waves of emotion swirling inside me. I can’t imagine if we married later; those damn fans just treated my wife; who do they think they are?! I want to kiss and hug her; only I have the right to do that.

The whole way, we just sat in silence with each other until, finally, Mikaila broke the silence.