Give Me Your Forever (FreenBecky)

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Becky pursued what her parents wanted for her while living alone in England. If given a chance, she would've take different course, probably fine arts, theatre arts, or any kind of major that's in line with arts.

She has always been the top one in her class. She had no choice but to perform well in academics, as it was expected of her. Just imagine the pressure she felt.

But Becky is just a normal girl. Girls just want to have fun, right? Since she was living independently abroad, she has the freedom to do what she wants. She is very good at hiding the fun that she's exploring.

Actually, her friends has a quote for her: What Becky Wants, Becky Gets.

But not today.

"Hello, my gorgeous, gorgeous daughter!" A very stylish, elegant woman welcomes, wrapping her familiar warmth around her daughter.

"Good evening, mom." Becky respectfully greeted and kissed her mother's cheek gently, forgetting the argument they had yesterday.

Becky then yawns and falls onto the closest couch, "Mom, I'm tired and hungry." She pouted.

She had just arrived in Bangkok yesterday, it's her day one in the city.

"You're still having a jetlag?" Her mom patted the top of her head, "Let me make you a chamomile tea to help you relax. Do you want it?" She says in a concerned voice - one Becky hasn’t heard in a very long time.

Becky smiled widely, which her Mom haven't seen personally in a long time.

"Yes, please," Becky answers, "And I like to have any kinds of Thai dishes, please. I've been craving!" She exclaims,  "I'm already fed up eating british food."

"Okay, then." Her mother agrees, "But before that, I'd like you to meet someone first. They will be here for the dinner."

Hearing those words caused Becky to sigh deeply in disbelief.

"Mom, I'm not in the mood to talk with other people." Becky groans as she grabs the pillow and covers her face with it.

But then Becky remembers something, so she removed the pillow from her and said, "And if that is about some marriage, fiancé whatnot, I'm out." She covers her face with the pillow again.

"It's not about that," Mrs. Armstrong chuckled at her silly statement

"Then, who are they?" Becky murmured against the pillow while dangling her feet.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, making the maids to open the main door of the mansion.

"What a perfect time." Becky heard her mother's voice.

Becky is still covering her face with the pillow, not minding the visitors who are now walking towards the living area.

"Hello! Where are your chief? He's not with you." Mrs. Armstrong asked.

"He sent you a message earlier, madam. He has an urgent appointment, so I came here by myself." The visitor replied.

"Oh, I didn't checked my messages but eh, it's okay."

Becky is just listening to their conversation.

Suddenly, she remembers their argument yesterday. Maybe, this is the new bodyguard that her Mom accepted.

But the visitors voice has a..

Has a woman voice.

And it's her voice is kinda.. familiar?

No, it's not familiar. Becky thought

Perhaps, she's wrong. This person is not her bodygua—

"Anywho, Becky, this is your bodyguard while you are staying here in Bangkok."

Becky raised her brows when she heard what her mother explained.

A woman bodyguard? Hmm, much better than a man. Becky thought again.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Please take care of me. Thank you and have a goodnight." Becky greeted in a sweet tone, extending her arm as she waves her hand to say hi, not even bothering to remove the pillow on her face. She doesn't have a plan to look at the person's face.

"Hi, Madam Becky. It's such an honor to finally meet you. I'm Freen Sarocha." Freen bowed with a smile on her face even though Becky has a pillow on her face.

But then, Becky stopped waving her hand when she heard the name.

"Freen?" Becky repeats, "It sounds like Fredareen," She doesn't have any idea why she mentioned that name.

Mrs. Armstrong is not amused on how Becky is acting so she grabbed her daughter's hand, causing the girl to stand up forcedly.

"There you go," Mrs. Armstrong smiled when Becky revealed her face to Freen.

Freen's and Becky's eyes met, and realization strikes both of them.

"You.."

Freen mumbled.

"You?"

Becky questioned.

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a/n: that's it for now. leave some feedback or comments tysm! <3