WHAT IS LOVE

Chīwit Khụ̄x Rt̄hfị h̄eāa tīlạngkā

WAYO'S POV

All word in bolt form resembled the heart voice of Wayo.

"Yo, calm down yourself please. You look like a cooked prawn already". Yet, still the pink tints that blushed my cheeks disobeying to listen to me. To reduce the effect of rising temperature, washing my face with the running tap water for uncountable times and kept slacking my wet hair backward.

" In 76 provinces and 8000 islands, why did I end up meeting him here? In my university and why he has to be my lecturer? WHY????". Anger engulfed me and made me decided to grip my hair with all my might. My mushroom-y hair was turning into two antennas. Feeling wet rolling my cheeks, automatically, my hand tried to wipe but they were not there. I was confused. Was i hallucinating. I no longer could differ was it my real tears or my soul was dripping. As I pondered staring at the reflection of me in the mirror, the knob door of the toilet was twisted. It was a tall figure entering the toilet.

"P PHA!!!!!!!!!! Why he is even here? He shou........". Once he said his first word, my monologue seemed to be cut off.

I felt weak. My lips felt numbed and my legs felt likely jelly that was ready to be on the ground.

"Hey shorty. Remember me?". I did not dare to turn back facing him. The least I could do was rooting to the spot and fixed my eyes on him through reflection. I was immobilized. I was not sure if I was under his devilish enchanting spell or I was doomed due to the fact my lecturer was the one my best friend laid their punches on. I did not know how to react till he touched tip of nose.

"Did a cat catch your tongue? Or you are afraid I will get a taste of your pinkish lips if you are being rebellious, huh?". His straightforward comment triggered my legs to step backward till my back hit the wall of the toilet.

SHIA!!!

"P assumes it's as a yes. You're afraid of me. Chill down, baby Yo. P won't dare to touch even one hair of yours. Left alone punching you on face like your friend did to me. They thought me as a trash or what. Just lucky enough, my precious handsome face is still in one piece.'' His eyes ventured surroundings with both of his hands were inside pocket of beige coloured Korea style pant. I could see his eyes glimmering and I knew he was being a dramatic...

Did he just praise himself?

I gathered all willing I had to force him away out of my way while throwing meaningless sayings.

" You are so hilarious khun ajarn khrap. I'm out of here. And you are not even qualified as my boyfriend to address me, baby." Pushed him with my petite hands only moved him ajar, not an inch even. How I hoped I had a strength of the incredible Hulk. In a blink of eye, this 180 cm creature would be flying in the sky for sure.

"Not qualified enough, huh?''. Out of nowhere, he lifted his shirt showing off what God gifted him with....'spiritually', I slapped my perverted mind because stimulating my eyes to steal a glance.

DAMN, I WANNA EAT THAT BUNS SO FREAKING MUCH!!!!!

Turning white and being petrified were such a bless for him. I would be dead meat perhaps if I did not run away for life right now. Yet, my limbs refused to listen and react. I was already a dead meat before the prey was on his route.

Uncontrollably, my body trembled as if I caught with extreme cold. I was agitated and felt anxious as he approached me closer and closer and closer reducing the gap between us. I was entirely lost. Did slow-mo just happen? Reality slapped me pretty hard few second later. But, at that moment, I was pinned to the wall with him hovering me. I could not find a way to escape as his both bulky hands gripped my shoulder tightly. Putting together my hands over head of mine with one hand while his another hand crawled erotically downward. Sexual sensation of his gentle touches sent shivers along my spine. My face expression might be stoned and cold but deep inside, I fought over eager of lust that was arousing. To restrain from humiliating myself, I bit corner of my lip.