Where Is The Truth

Forty Eight Sunflowers

Singer/Group: iKon

Name of Song: Dumb and Dumber

Type of Video: Music Video

Who am I: Odile
'Icy Sun' is more like a story of how to quell a series of crazy women who just so happens to be very powerful. Big Sis just happens to be the scariest it of them all. The gory scene made me lose my appetite but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, especially when Big Sis gauge the eyeballs out of the guy with such an expression.

"Pretty good." Kwan Du look impressed.

"I've never seen her act before." I say.

Her professor once came over when Big Sis quitted going to acting classes. That was when we found out she was interested in acting. Come to think of it, our family wasn't close at all back in those days. Dad and Mum were busy with work... all of us never really understood each other. What do they like to do, what do they hate, what are their thoughts about this or that, I've never asked.

The Big Sis I see on screen now is completely different from the one I know of.

"This sort of character... Your sister is going to garner a lot of hatred."Kwan Du say.

"Maybe..." My words trail off as we watch the movie while everyone else are asleep.

The first breath I take as we walk out of the airplane told me we were really in Japan. That unique smell filled my nostril; a kind of smell that scream 'Japan'. The breeze, the ground, everything felt different. I've really came to Japan, a small step nearer to Big Sis.

The airport was crowded, scaring me the moment I saw the ocean of fan girls holding different signboards. My heart relax, once I saw a different name written on the boards. Another Hallyu Senior will be alighting soon, thus the crowd. They're waiting for someone else, not me! Kwan Du put his hand around my shoulder.

"Be careful." He say into my ear, as we squeeze through the disinterested crowd.

I thought it would be a tough squeeze through the crowd, like what I saw online, but the people were generally civilized. Their disinterest in me made me feel peculiar. It's as though we're just weaving through a crowded street during a festival or something with an excited buzz in the air.

The itchy wig was the first to come off the moment we step into our hotel room. Yes: 'our'. Well, in a nicer term, it's called being thrifty since the finance manager of Crysando didn't approve the extra money we wanted to spend for an extra room.

In half an hour, I was back to wearing jeans. No more skirts for me for a while. I fold the blouse and skirt and tuck it away in the suitcase.

"Let's be very clear on this, that side of the room is your space, and this side is mine." Kwan Du point to the ground. He had taped a line of scotchtape on the carpet floor to mark the boundary.

"Don't worry, I won't steal your things in the middle of the night" I roll my eyes at him.

He gave me a fake smile and pull out a weighing machine. Which sane man would bring a weighing machine in his luggage! My mouth fell open.

"Don't tell me you forgot your buffet at the rest stop and on the plane." He say, motioning me to step on it.

I am utterly speechless but it was my fault. Fair enough, I guess. I step on the machine.My weight increased by a 2 kg.

The bedroom became a makeshift gym in an instant, and Kwan Du became the evil gym instructor. He's definitely still bearing a grudge! I swear he's definitely bearing a grudge!

At some point in time, I began protesting. It's not fair if I'm the only one working out while he's lazing around on the bed, so I proposed a competition. I did not beg for a competition, nuh uh, it was a gentlemanly request.

After much bargaining, I finally got a deal. If I can't beat Kwan Du in push ups, he gets to order me around during our trip. If I beat him in push ups, I get immunity over food for the whole trip, plus a night off from work.

"Why not" he smirk, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeve. The gym music was still blasting in the background.

The competitive fire was set ablaze and in no time at all, the temperature felt way too hot, just as though we were in the gym.

"35.." I grit my teeth, the sweat stinging my eyes. "36.."

My arms were shaking tremendously. Kwan Du glance up at me as he too over the counting.

"37, 38"he sped up the counting, forcing me to follow his pace. My arms gave way and My body connected to the ground.

"39....40! You lose!" Kwan Du finally lower his body to the ground as well, turning over onto his back.

Jerk. That heartless jerk! Why did I make that deal, I groan internally. Both of us lay on the carpet floor, completely exhausted. My arm muscles were twitching furiously.

"Why...? I heard you never exercised." I catch my breath.

That's what everyone in the company said. I don't understand how he can do push ups so well!

"I don't." Kwan Du reply. "it just so happens that I really like push ups."

My pride took another hit. Why am I so unlucky? The sound of the air con filled the air as we both catch our breath.

"I'm so tired." Kwan Du get up. "Slave, I want a cup of water."

Damn it!