She's My Alien Bride [ChaerLia]

CH. 8: Different

"Jisu," a woman's voice whispered. I tried to open my eyes, only to realize that it was not closed from the start. The only problem was a white blanket seemed to cover my vision. Everything was hazy, and I could only hear the woman's voice and see the outline of her face. The rest was one muddled piece of art. Like watercolors were poured inside a container, its colors swirling and combining with each other.

"Jisu," the woman repeated. She had a soothing quality in her voice, yet from her tone, it was as if she was about to cry. "I'm so sorry for leaving you. You won't understand now, but someday you will." My mouth opened to respond. Not a single word was uttered. I was so frustrated.

The woman leaned in. She had the most wonderful smell of spring. Like someone I knew. Someone with orange eyes and pale skin. "It's almost time for you to wake up Jisu," whispered the woman to my ear. I raised my hand to hold her. It touched nothing but air.

"Wake up my daughter."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"Chaeryeong, is your bride dead? She's not waking up."

My eyes opened. For a moment, I was completely immobile, staring at the faces of three gorgeous ladies. One of them was wearing a worried expression. Chaeryeong. So aliens get worried too, I wondered as I pushed myself off the bed. Chaeryeong immediately relaxed.

"What are you all doing here?" I mumbled, shaking the dizziness away. The dream was instantly forgotten..

Chaeryeong took a step forward. "Ryujin has been trying to wake you up for the past 10 minutes and you weren't responding. The alarm you have set up in your mobile rang 30 minutes ago. We were..." Her brows crinkled. I realized that she didn't know what being worried meant, seeing that she didn't know much about emotions.

"Worried," I supplied, wiping the sweat on my face. That was strange, I thought. "It's called being worried or anxious Chaeryeong. It means you are troubled about something." In this case it was me.

"Yes that," she said. "Your vital signs were normal, so we didn't know what the problem was. You simply refused to wake up. Yeji said she would smash your mobile phone, but you didn't open your eyes."

Yeji snickered a few feet from me. "The thing blared and beeped for every five minutes, I just wanted to make it stop."

At the mention of the time, my whole body turned rigid. "Wait! Dang!" was all I said before I dashed inside the bathroom, getting naked at once. The door that I wasn't able to lock opened a tiny bit. "Dang it Chaeryeong, don't peek."

"I apologize Jisu, but why are you in a hurry?" she mumbled from the crack.

"It's the first day of school," I shouted so she would hear me over the shower. "Now leave me alone. I need to prepare because I don't want to be late."

A quick shower and change of outfits later, I tucked my mobile to my back pocket and grabbed the keys to my car before getting out the door. I was in such a hurry that I only noticed my other passengers as I buckled the seat belt. "What the freaking hell are you three doing?"

Yeji was the first one to speak. "We're riding to school with you."

"What school? Who said anything about school?" My voice was getting louder with every question. I turned to Chaeryeong who was riding shotgun. "Explain before I explode."

She stared at me calmly."Yeji and Ryujin want to go to the school. It would give us tremendous opportunity to study the human life, especially emotions."

I grit my teeth. "You don't simply go to school Chaeryeong. You need paper works for that."

Ryujin tapped me on the shoulder, making me shift my attention to her at the bac k. "Already taken cared of," she said cheerfully."We talked to head cheerleader Giselle who has an uncle in the school board. We're able to get in because of that."