Married At Nineteen

Chapter Twenty-one

Dedicated to Rapmopon

"Eddy, you need to help me"

Chris flinched, trying to push his leg into the new pair shoe I got him. "It's not fitting?" I asked, squatting in front of him as I observed his shoe.

"Not at all" He said through pressured breath.

"Why do you have to have big feet" I whined.

He stopped and looked at me, a smile formed on his lips, "I have big feet, are you kidding me? Does this look like big feet to you?" He points at his foot.

"Then why aren't your feet fitting into those?" I asked, looking down at the sneakers.

"What size is this?" He asked.

I picked it up. Looking at the size at the back of the sneakers, I bit my lips.

That's the problem.

I didn't get the size I told the seller, I knew I should have checked it out on my own. "Sorry???" I stood up, staring apologetically at him.

"See, it was your fault." He said, looking unperturbed.

I went back and got the required size for him. With a nerve-racking smile on his face, he got the shoe from me, slipping it on successfully.

We huffed simultaneously, our eyes meeting. Stupid me couldn't hold the stare.

After the market, we left to plaza where we took a lot of selfies and photographs, something to never forget. Delicious smell of soya-meat came floating on the air, sending its aroma dancing into our nostrils.

From a distance, one can see the whirling of smoke escaping through the roof of the soya stand into the air. Instantly I could hear my stomach grumbling for something to digest.

Surprisingly Chris dragged me to the soya stand himself without me telling him to. We enjoyed a lot of it until I couldn't chew anymore. My jaw was aching from chewing on the hard roasted meat.

"We've killed ourselves with meat today," Chris said, leaning back on his chair.

"I'm so satisfied" I said, rubbing on my stomach.

I checked the time on my phone, "My God, it's 4:59! How did I get so carried away" I shook, laying my palm on my forehead.

"You are not late" Chris said.

"No I am, it's minutes past 4, I'm toast" I got up from the seat, worry beating on my face.

"Eddy you're not... Look, I already spoke to your manager. I got permission from him to let you off work for the rest of today because I saw this coming" He said in the calmest tone I've heard him say.

"But... How?" I asked, sitting down were it all began.

"It's called connection" He said, raising an eyebrow. Chris please stop, you are killing me with your looks.

"You bribed your way to him or...." I began.

"He's my dad's old highschool friend, but that doesn't mean you can skip work as you want" He smirked.

"Ugh, why do you have to be everywhere?!" I slumped my forehead onto my palms.

He laughs softly, making my body tingle. Everything he does makes me crazy for him.

"Why don't we do some shopping?" He asked, adjusting his arm on the armrest.

I rose my head, giving him that 'why?' look. "You don't like shopping?" He asked, knotting his eyebrows together in a confused expression.