The Allergy

Ama's POV

That man— Has never changed, just like an old historical paintbrush. Deep in my heart, I know that I am not supposed to love or touch him but still can't help falling for his charm. You want him, but he's beyond your reach, wanting to let go but failed to.

I fully remember the first time I saw him, I was Sixteen years of age, and he was twenty-one. The guy's eyes were carved like a half-moon, pale grey eyes like one of the cruelest vampires. His pink plum lips like he's done a lip filler but natural.

Flashbacks

I sat under a tree that was not far from the streets of Paris, France. My thoughts were all filled with my late dad, of how he didn't say any goodbye before he left my mom and me in a foreign country. It has been a mystery to me how I lost the most important treasure of my life. The last time I saw my dad was on my fifteenth birthday. He bought me a new phone, and I was happy about it even though my mom disapproved of me getting a contemporary upgrade of an iPhone, but it is what it is. I didn't know when tears started running from my dark lashes.

"It hurts so much, dad, it hurts so... Much!" I continue crying as I hold my chest to feel my broken heart.

"Pourquoi pleasures-to mademoiselle?" A dark but yet pleasant voice was heard beside me.

With this, I turn around in haste. With my wet lashes fanning on a black converse, I slowly scan from the converse to a frenchlike face. With this, my eyes immediately dried. He looks like a thing on a toothpick. Pale gray eyes, black well-trimmed bed Head hair, no trace of smile mark on his bold cheek.

I suddenly wipe my eyes with the back of my palm. "Rien monsieur," I shake my head, sniffing in my embarrassment.

His frown tightened as he slowly bent his extended height to half of my level. He looks deep into my eyes. "How old are you?"

He... Does he speak English? Fluent English, whoa... I thought.

I sniff once more. "Seize and..." I replied.

"You can speak English... I do understand English too..." He frowns.

I nod at his cute face. "Ok...okay, Sir," I must say. He looks eighteen, but his voice sounds rurally deep.

He stands straight for me to swallow his 6'1 with my nerves. "Then, if you're sixteen, then you can probably call me by my name. Pierre... Say it!"

I nearly cough out my pride. "Wh... what?" I flinched in shock. "Why should I call you by your name? I don't even know you. Why are you talking to me?" I gather the guts to ask.

"Definitely because I am just five years older than you, so cut off the crap of calling me, Sir. I seem old!" He sniffs, trying to hide his very own embarrassment.

"Now, say it!" He voices out with command. "Say, Pierre... Pierrrrrrrrre..." He bubbles his lips like a child.

<i>OMG!!! Why is he in my way and forcing me to call him by his name? Is the twenty-one? Goodness, gracious. He looks so young and hot for his age.</i>

"I am waiting..." He whispers.

I look at him from afar. Am I this short? I exhale. "Pie... Pier... Pierrrrrrrrre. Pierre!" My heart sank, and my illusion crumbled immediately. I voiced out his name in the weird way possible.

"Good, so what's your name?" He looks not so excited at me.

"Ama... Ama Temil." I managed to say in gritted teeth.

"Hi... Ama Temil!" He replied in a disinterested voice.

We shook hands very briefly like we were scalped at each other.

"Stay out of trouble! Bad men are all over. " His displeasure was too evident in his moonlike eyes. "And see you around in the not-so-forever world, crybaby!"

That was the last statement he made before walking away from his dark karma. How dare he? If I call him a distraction and white nutmeg, simply everyone will think that I am a racist, which I am not. He's rude and cold, and he was the one who walked up to me first.

<i>You're so Savage, Mister Pierre. You may think that you had the last word with me now, but soon, I'll make sure I make you fall in any way possible. </i>

"Not-so-forever?" I clenched on myself. "What phrase is that word from?"

We'll see again... Sooner or never.

End of flashbacks

"It's so painful," I mumbled, knowing fully well that I am yet to hurt someone vital.

He exhales. "Knowing very well that you have a dog allergy but still ended up buying and petting one. You think that you have nine lives?" He stretches out his hand to survey my swollen face.

"Doctor Fitzgerald..." The nurse calls from behind him, holding a tray. "The medicine you requested for."

He turns around, collecting the medicine and water from the tray. "Thanks!"

He wiped my face with a plain white handkerchief, then opened the liquid medicine and applied it to my face. He stands up to walk away, but I grab this doctor coat. "Pierrrrrrrrre!" I muttered. "Thank the Lord you're here!" I stand and hug him.

I know he's frowning because he's always fond of frowning his ugly face. "Let go!" He spat as he positioned his medicated eyeglasses on his eyes.

The nurse flinched simply because I called the goat by his first name.

"Thank you, nurse Jacqueline, and I'll take it from here; you may go attend to other patients now." He voiced out.

Nurse Jacqueline sniffs. "Okay, Doc, I am always here if you need me." She lastly speaks as she exits the door.

"Long time no see Ama Tamil. Even though my family took you as our family, you still came back from your vacation in a mess." He indirectly cusses at me. "What kind of girl will buy a dog knowing fully well she's allergic to the fur?" He frowns, looking pissed at me.

I stutter. "Pierre, " I slowly called, looking embarrassed at him. "I can't help it, and I was so... happy!" I shyly put my exit hair behind my ears.

He's angry, and I know that. I know that I am seriously getting on his nerves, but still, I am so happy to piss him off. It's me and always be my pleasure to.

He growled. "Why the hell will you get a dog when happy? You ought to take care of yourself. You can die from allergies. Did you even know that?" He yelled at me.

I didn't bother because I enjoyed making him angry. I look down at my feet.

He didn't even bother to look at me but instead writing something on a piece of paper.

"Pierre, you never wonder why I was so happy?" I slowly smile at him.

"This prescription I am writing for you, you'll go to the hospital pharmacy by your right to get them." He ignores my words.

"Pierre," I called in the romantic way possible.

"Pierre, I am getting married!"

I waited for him to say something, but it took a while before he tore the paper and threw it into the trashcan.

He silently writes another note and folds it as he hands it over to me. He gets up to my smiling face. "Go get this medication now." He spat.

I smile a little. "Pierre. Louis proposed to me today, and I said yes, he'll fly over tomorrow." I continue.

He removed his glasses and hung them in his coat pocket. His frown tighten. "I said, go get your medicine first, Ama Temil."

I didn't bother. "When Louis comes back, I'll take him to your family house for aunty and uncle to see him. You should come early and meet him."

He looks so disinterested in my words. "I am sure you'll get along with each other! It's time for you to go home. I need to carry on my work," he walks out of his office.

I didn't know when I started tearing up. He doesn't care about me at all. He promised my mom to take care of me, but he's a damn fool.

I exhaled and wiped out my eyes, then walked down to the hospital pharmacy.

The pharmacist was there rearranging his drugs. I cough to get his attention. " Bonne journée, Monsieur!" I salute him.

He smiled at me. "Bonne journée à toi aussi mademoiselle,"

I stretch out the folded note to him. He collects it then smiles as he opens it. I look confused at him. "Anything the matter, Monsieur?"

"You're Ama Temil, right?" He grins at me.

With a weird face, I nodded at him. What's so funny?

"Then I got the right person, don't worry, Doctor Fitz can't be wrong. Here's the medicine, and make sure to take them." He winks at me, handing over the piece of paper.

I growled in anger before looking at what was written on it.

"Take a close look at the prescription and strictly follow it up if you want to keep it clean. And also, you're a dark beauty," he winks again.

I look down again, but this time close at the paper.

Make sure she loses appetite for sex for three years.

"What the hell!" I yelled in embarrassment, looking at the psycho pharmacist. "I... I am and was never a sex addict!" Why am I even explaining?

I Hastingly rush out from the pharmacy. "I'll get you pierrrrrrrrre. You wait for me in that so-called office of yours." I muttered.

Did Pierre Fitzgerald quote me a sex freak? I haven't even had sex for more than a year now.