Sherlock
24. There must be at least 20 of them
As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Cristiano at the end of the room, lying comfortably in bed, eyes locked on the phone with sounds effect echoed in our bed room.
“What are you doing, babe?” I asked as I dried my hair with my towel in front of the mirror, giving him my back.
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?” I repeated the question. I waited for three seconds and no answers from him. I turned my body facing him; his plump lips puckered still not moving.
I sighed, walking closer to him and peek on the screen, which I can’t really see clearly.
“Babe”
“Yes?
“Who’s Henry Austen?”
“The one who I introduced to you when you pick me up last time, the blonde one” I answered; I looked at his reflection in the mirror, still not moving but looking a bit more stern than before.
“Sergi dos Santos?”
“Who?!” I quickly put my moisturizer in the drawer and turned facing him, “Why are you asking?”
“Who’s Sergi dos Santos?”
“Cristiano!”
“What?!” He finally put down my phone on the bed, and raised his head, reading me skeptically.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed, turning his face away from me, and I know that’s what he does when he’s bothered with something. We have been dating for 1,5 years now and I definitely know when Cristiano is upset, and what makes him upset. I had to admit that it is not unlikely to see Cristiano jealous, sometimes he even asked about who are my classmates and if they’re handsome just to make sure.
“Is something wrong, babe?” I asked again, calming down my tone this time.
“Would you mind answering my question? Who is Sergio dos Santos?”
“My high school friend…and now can you please explain why?” I crossed my hand in my chest. I no longer can be patient with this act. Of course he did not look satisfied with my tone.
He got up from the bed, resting his muscular body on the headboards and took a deep breath, “Okay, before I explain anything, how many guys are there in your classes?”
He did not look amuse when I snorted, “Well, there are 7 classes in a week, and there are approximately 50 to 52 people in one class, I think half of them are men”
“Oh my God! There must be at least 20 of them!” he shouted, did not look pleased at all.
“Oh my God, Cristiano Ronaldo, just spill it!”
It took 10 seconds of silence before the sound of him taking a deep breath broke the silence, “Do you know the ‘sherlock’ application?”
I tried my best to resist the laugh that about to burst. Actually my friend was talking about this application earlier in the day, it’s the application that can track people who stalked your instagram account and sorting it down based on how often they opened your instagram account, “No, I don’t know, what about it?”
“It’s an app”
“And?”
“And it can tell you who stalked you on instagram”
“And?”
The defeated look on his face made me want to just jump on him and shower him with kisses, Cristiano must log on the app with my account and saw who stalked me. “Henry Austen and Sergi dos Santos were on your top ten. Why would they stalked you? Imagine if all the boys in your class too!”
I put a surprise look on my face, those two are my friends and I don’t see a reason why he needs to be jealous over them. “Well, sometimes when I saw them or when we hung out on break time in cafeteria, I asked them to like my picture, and don’t worry all the boys in my class are not interested in me. Even if they’re, they won’t have the guts since they know who my boyfriend is” I let a small laugh, “Please Ronnie, they’re nothing compared to you” Walking across the room, I sat beside him and hold his hand, “you know you’re being unreasonably jealous now, right?”
“Yeah…”
I giggled and ruffling his hair with my hand before stroking his cheeks. “Are one of them my number one stalker?”
“No”
“Then who?”
He snickered before answering my question, “Me”
As we laugh, he leaned over and pulled me down for a deep kiss. That kiss was full of tension, yet he’s still careful as he rolled and made him sat on top of me before taking of his shirt. My silly Cristiano❤