Chapter 9

CHAPTER IX

“How are you and Kade?”

I am currently on a show interview by Giovanni Magazine.

“My boyfriend and I are so fine. We spend a lot of time together and even looks out for each other.” I happily told the interviewer.

“So, photos of you and Kade wearing the same clothes are all over fan accounts. Are you getting two of each clothes or the other way around?”

“Actually, we really love to share clothes. I rummage through his closet and he does to mine.”

“What do you usually have from his closet?”

“I do mostly shirts, polo’s and head wears.”

“What does Kade usually have from yours?”

“I have a huge sunglasses collection and he would always go for about two in my collection to match his outfit.”

“We basically steal clothes from each other.” I added.

The interview lasted for about an hour and a half. The amount of time I usually spent exercising.

I thanked the host and the staffs for having me.

“We are so delighted to have you on the show. The pleasure is ours.”

I exited the building and rode my car to my boyfriend’s house. He has no work today and he said that he wanted to just cook for me.

Maybe I’ll go for a diet but then dismissed the thought because the doctor told me to not ditch the diet. Fad diets are often unhealthy, and studies show that overly restrictive eating methods may trigger episodes of me, binge eating. He also advised me that instead of following diets that focus on cutting out entire food groups or significantly slashing calorie intake to lose weight quickly, he wanted me to focus on making healthy changes. And that I should also avoid skipping meals because it can contribute to cravings and increase the risk of overeating.

My boyfriend, Kade, has always been watching the foods I take and makes sure that I don’t skip meals. Even on shoots or shows, he would always make me some healthy snacks to chew on and we would always exercise. Like about six or seven times a week and even having two workout sessions a day for a week.

“Hi, babe!”

I hugged him from the back and smelled his shirt.

I really like his smell that I even can’t sleep well without him by my side or without me smelling one of his used shirt or sweater.

“Hey! How’s the interview?”

“It was fine. By the way, what are you making?”

“Curry and butter chicken. Your favorite.”

I shouted ‘yehey!’ in silence.

After minutes, he was now serving the foods. He pulled me to sit on his lap, like he always does.

My boyfriend spoils me a lot and I’m really treated like a baby.

“Babe, your mom called. She said dinner on the night before your flight.”

“Okay.”

My boyfriend met my family after months of us being in a mutual understanding. They like him for me and my parents are so fond of him that he was easy to be with. He even cook foods that suits mom’s taste and liking and taste-test wines with dad. Aidan was also treated to a firing camp which he truly enjoyed. Courtesy of my boyfriend.

I also met his family, the week after he met mine. They were actually very warm to me. His sister and brothers and I are getting well together. His mom even gave me a cookbook which contains every recipe that my boyfriend likes or his favorites for short. It includes breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks and even desserts.

“But why are you sad?” he was in deep thoughts.

“I have a tour the day after tomorrow and I will not be back until you are a day before your show.”

“Well, my family would surely understand it.” I assured him.

We continued to indulge in the delights of his cooking. After that, he slices some fruits to put in our bedside table in case I would get hungry which I surely does at midnight. He makes fruit bowl to avoid myself from eating junk foods while I am on treatment. It also makes me lazy to go downstairs to find something to eat making me eat the fruit bowl to satisfy my hunger.

 Together, we washed the dishes. It was so messy since we keep on splashing water to each other and putting bubbles on each other’s face or body parts.

“What countries would you be in for the tour?”

We were already cozying in the bed when I questioned him.

“I have two countries in Southeast Asia, three in Unites States and Europe.”

“I’m going to miss you, you know.”

He playfully pinches my left cheek.

“Aw, my girlfriend.”

“Seriously. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too but still I want you to continue your treatment while I am gone, okay?”

“Sure!”

The next two days were full of us, just having fun inside the comfort of his home. I’ve cleared my schedule and so did he so we could spend more time together. We’ve done finger-paintings, trampoline, mukbangs, binge-watching our favorite Netflix series, work-out together, unexpected road trips while listening to our favorite songs until midnight and trying to cook dishes from all over the world.

I even watch one of their music video when he was still in a group where he dressed as the sexy secretary. I was laughing my ass off as he was paired with one of his bandmates and they were actually very sweet towards each other.

We watched my favorite Pooh Bear cartoon series, then dressed up as Tigger! I, on the other hand, dressed up as Pooh Bear. Took photos and posted it on our social medias like the I*******m and Twitter.

The day of his flight came. I came with him to the airport. I wore a brown cap, oversized white button-up, wide-leg trousers and pointed white shoes. Meanwhile, my boyfriend dressed down by donning a paint-splattered denim jacket, black shirt, black jeans a baseball cap.

“I’m going to miss you, babe.”

“I will miss you too.”

“Good luck on your show!”

“And yours too.”

I was trying hard to not be emotional. I will be on my parents’ house today for the dinner and spend time with them before I fly to Paris.

“Good bye! I love you!” I shouted.

I wish this would never end.