Not mine episode 2 – 3

🙅Not 😟
🩱Mine 💋

By Authoress Fik ky✍🏻📝📚

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🍷Chapter 2💅

💄👠Proserfina’s POV 👠💄

The picture of him, the love of my life. The man I have waited for, for the past 15 years of my life.

He is Homer Charan but I don’t know if he would have changed his surname like mine.

He is also from Indian like me, he is 23 years already Now.

I only wish they didn’t spilt us when we were little, how lovely it would have been.

And thank God they adopted us, if not… I don’t know what might have become of me without him living.

He is older than me with three years older than me. We do act like lovers.

He is the one that always feed me when I didn’t know how to eat.

He was the one that also taught me my rhymes.

His sweet voice when singing those rhymes makes my heart ring.

His voice alone makes me feel loved and Happy when ever he sings.
. He has been the one playing with me since when o was brought to the orphanage home.

Like I heard, my mom never named me before she died.

He was the one that name me Proserfina saying only beauty bears the name.

That was the moment he lay his eyes on me and heard my cry.

I really fought my adopted parents never to change my name because of him.

Because I don’t know when we will meet again and he might not recognize me.

Because I was that chubby fat looking girl but now, am a curvey slim girl.

All thanks to gymnastics class I went to. He will be able to recognize me by face and name.

When we were little, we were known to be husband and wife.

Just like Cinderella and her prince charming.

Whenever they wants to spilt people into groups, we are always begging to be spilted together.

Even, whenever a church member wants to do their church wedding, we are always picked as the little bride and groom.

Whenever I fall sick, he would also do. We are close to the extent that we shared the same room.

Eat together in one plate, sleeps together and wake up together.

The moment I love most is when he sings and I dance to his music.

On every birthday I do, he is always using his little pocket money they do give us to buy me my favorite candy.

While on every of his birthday, I do buy him his favorite sweet which are inform of micro phone.

I don’t get happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Songs …

what I get is the favorite song that was composed by him.

Till now, I still have the recorder of his small angelic voice song that was composed by him.

He loves me so much that he stood up for me and fought one of the 10 years old boy who bullied me.

I never knew he could fight not until that very day that he beat the boy till his nose was bleeding.

Am like a opened book infront of him that whenever am thinking or sad, he will know.

Even if I cover it with a smile, he will still know that am not good.

Firstly, I thought he was some kind of wizard not until I too can read him like an open book.

I love four things in him which are:his eyes, his voice, his cute l-ips, and his soft heart.

Stupid me. I thought smiling at on one of my dream then.

As small as I was then, I am always dreaming of k-ssing him.

Getting married to him, carrying his child and building a family with him.

Especially how our wedding day would be. So sad mother Rose, sister mercy, brother Eric and father John won’t be able to attend.

Like they do attend in my dream. All this memories got me laughing and crying at the same time.

What wedding? Have you even met yet other than in your dreams? My inner mind asked.

At least, he is in Philippines so hopefully, we will meet and we will get married.

I said smirking at my stupid picky inner mind. It’s known to always spoil ones rom-ntic time.

Won’t you date a little before marriage? My inner mind asked again.

If we get married instantly or wait a little isn’t your concern.

All I know is if I st my eyes on him, I will make him put ring in my finger.

I said shutting my inner mind before it says another thing.

“Can you please step on the gas !” I said to my driver because am running late with the way he is driving.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered stepping on the gas…

🍷Chapter 3💅

💄👠 Homer’s POV 👠💄

As my private jet landed, my P.A rolled out my luggages.

Stepping out of my private jet, I couldn’t help but smile as new fresh air wash over me.

“Sir the car is this way.” My P.A said cutting short my enjoyment.

“Okay.” I said frankly while following him.

With the way I used the private airport owned by me, I don’t know how the reporters manage to know am coming today.

Because I personally wrote next week on my Twitter this morning because I don’t want any press.

Only God knows if they aren’t witches and wizards.

Different flash of cameras and different micro phone where waiting for me to talk.

If not for my bodyguards, am sure I might have turned to sugar and they would be the ant on me.

Different people who are going to miss their flight today will be much.

I thought smiling at myself while they thought I was smiling at them.

I stopped infront of a reporter making her faint because I smile at her.

Her co workers attended to her while I moved to another reporter who happens to faint like the first one.

Like seriously, I thought looking at the fourth lady reporter who fainted again.

It seems I need to go to the men, I thought using my eyes to search who I will go to.

I walk towards a guy who started shaking and sweating at the same time.

“Good day to you all Philippians, am happy to be home at last.” I said before the guy will faint also.

Taking a step away from him, he finally fainted while I just smile and continue my journey.

I sign in relief when I sees it wasn’t a limo that was waiting for me.

Because am already tired of been the only one on a long sit.

Switching from fight mode, my mom call was the first thing that entered.

“Hey Mom,” I answered shushing my P.A from saying whatever he wants to say.

“Son, have been dying to hear your voice for the past 3 hours. “Mom said making me laugh.

“Mom, am not a small boy anymore.” I said pouting like she could see me.

“You are still my little small boy even if you have your own family. “Mom said laughing while I also joined.

“That you, dad even knows am a man not a bot.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You don’t roll your eyes at me, else I will put fork into one of them. “Mom said like she knows I have rolled my eyes.

” That’s not fair mom.” I said whining.

“So do you remember anything?” Mom asked getting serious.

“Anything like what?” U asked confused at what she is asking.

“Like lost memories?” Mom asked again.

“No, not at all. “I said shaking my head.

” Okay.” Mom said pausing a little bit.

“Why?” I asked concern cause am not getting it.

“Don’t worry and don’t force yourself to remember anything. “Mom warned and I hummed in response.

” So are you coming home now? “Mom asked.

” No mom, wish I could but I have a shoot to do for just 3 hours. “I said.

” Hmmmmmmmm…. Okay. “She said disappointed.

” Mom I promise I would come home straight after that 3 hours and I bought you your favorite hot dog. “I said.

” Okay son, I await your arrival. “She said excited.

“Say hello to dad.” I said before she the line finally went off.

“I know what you are about to say, don’t worry, that were we are heading to. ”

I said to my P.A before he says a thing.

I started answering different waiting email and signing those files am to sign.

Am Homer Alcatraz, am 23 years old rich guy. But I preferred to be called a man instead.

I sing and advertise for different business org-nization who needed it.

Have been collecting the golden cups for most handsome man in the world.

And most stunning in both male and female since when I was 10 years old.

But for the past 10 years now, a lady has been the second since.

So sorry she can’t get the first position. Like I heard, she is a dancer and into modeling and also a business woman.

I own 3 different private airport and 3 modeling agency with 4 school where they teach music.

And also make musicans. Lastly, I own a fish industry.

You can call me a multi billionaire or a trillionaire, I will answer both.

Mom has always been afraid of me been on air because I was once involved in an accident.

Which makes all my memories from when I was 8 down to when I was given birth too flash.

That incident makes my parents vacate Philippines for Korean.

But three years ago, they returned to Philippines and have been begging me to come home.

“We are here sir.” my P.A said breaking into my thoughts… TBC

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