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CHAPTER ~ 1~ Salon Encounter

Alarm---

Sigh. Gosh, I am going to be late for my appointment. Can never be on time for anything actually, and hoping this new hair stylist does nothing to disappoint, for I was told by a close friend about her being the best. Ha! I'll be the judge of that, I would really hate to be disappointed. What could possibly be different about her? Oh well, only one way to find out...

I haven't gotten a clue as to what she looks like but here was I at the front door. I inhaled a deep breath and walked right in, I glanced at someone sitting besides the door comfortably.
"Hi. Good day," I said with a grin,
she simply smiled as I continued to speak--
"is the owner in?"

"Yes, you're speaking to her," she said with such confidence that I felt flattered.
"You must be kyat?" Watching me through piercing eyes.

I answered and as she stood I took full notice of her.
My, Oh My!
This person who I am looking at seemed like she miraculously dropped out of heaven's photo album, I am stunned. She looks gorgeous, desirable and there is this thing that I haven't grasp. I am liking this salon already.

She signaled me to a door and as I walked behind her I couldn't help but to take all this beauty in for the second time. I sat on the chair and she began working her magic, I kept making eye contact through the mirror and she would nod everytime. There's something about Cocoa Cutie, I can feel it in my guts. We are having small conversations, I am trying to find out as much as I could with such little privilege, asking her about the tattoo on her arm and she made mention of having a second one hidden beneath her dress.
I could have asked her a thousand questions because they all bounced around my head, I kept it together and I allowed the conversation to flow like water down a stream.
An hour later we are still conversing, perhaps she likes talking to me better than staring at me cause she would spin the chair to directions that I would not have eye contact. I felt like I was catching fires with an old flame, a bit crazy; alot crazy.
Don't judge me!

She's like a fire, an eternal flame, the type that could potentially haunt my sleep, the once in a lifetime type of feeling. I can feel the heat of her delicate fingers unto my scalp as she's weaving my hair, I could hear the humming sound she makes as she tries to focus on achieving her goal. Our finger tips would ignite when I made the attempt to give her the weaves that are rested on my thighs. It is one sided ignition obviously because if she's having mutual feelings, I will definitely fucking devour her from here forth. I will. I just would!

Unfortunately, my fantasy is cut short as I heard imposters coming in. Who could this be? Who was ruining this lovely bubble that I am in? As I battled those questions I heard the voices.

"Mummy, mummy,mummy---"
A little girl came rushing in with a huge grin on the face.
"boom-boom leave mummy alone!" A male voice said firmly.

I could feel my throat tighten as I softly asked those words.
"Wow..you got a child and that's your boyfriend?"
I felt so embarrassed, here was I just totally admiring a complete stranger and getting to know this. Sigh!
Apparently, family ties wasn't mentioned in hours of communication. Urghhh!
"I got twins," she said eagerly,
"the boy is at home." I heard what she said but could not process, needs to marinate some more.

The man asked the little girl to hit mummy's bam-bam and she did just that, it made clapping sounds.
A big ass indeed. I wanted to smack it not to long ago so I should not think to much of it at this point.
He finally acknowledged me with a smile, I felt guilty suddenly and hoped he did not notice. I think he did. She spoke for a few minutes as I tried my best not to listen to their conversation. This girl is out my league.
What was I thinking!
That's like me applying to become a surgeon. Ain't gonna happen.

Finally, he and the little chatterbox left. Thank goodness!
I was already uncomfortable as it is, I still hadn't digested the fact that she has not one but t-t-twins, boyfriend, a family. I tried to shake off all those things that floated through my head before this mishap and she looks at me in the mirror giving me a reassuring smile. It's like she is saying, I can still knock your earth off its axes. Don't give up.
I maybe exaggerated but I hoped that's the smile meaning.
We were coming close to finishing, I quickly asked her to do my eyebrows.
"No problem." She replied.
Can you imagine being so close to her, to feel her breath on my face, to have her so close insight, inhaling her scent, touching my face ever so gently?
It's torture I tell you, sweet torture.

I am wondering if she heard my heartbeat, it pounced like a million drums at once. I felt my palms getting sweaty, I felt my lips being magnetically drawned to hers.
It took almost everything in me to restrain myself. She is so close, to close. Yet, so far. I was just enjoying my moment when I got interrupted by the words of---

"I'm done!" she said with a smile. Sureeee. She did that shit deliberately, I could just disappear in this chair . I wanted to shout---
fix something, anything! Just don't stop, damn it! Instead, I nodded in confusion with myself. She allowed me to feel those things.
I look absolutely gorgeous now that I am watching myself in the mirror, She did an incredible job. I tipped her, she wished me well and I almost asked her when could we see again, I chickened out; I couldn't. Next appointment perhaps.