Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)

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KARINA TUMBAGA'S Point Of View

IF I HAD only other options, I would not approach this woman. Embarrassing too much! But my face is thick, I have to. I needed money because I thought she was the right person to contact. I knew I had to earn money cleanly, but I couldn't do anything because I didn't have a decent job to get.

As soon as I entered the house, she said the rest house was immediately sworn in luxury. I don't know if she owns all this house because she is obviously rich by the way how she dresses. I've seen her in a magazine and I can't believe I faced her in person. I'm not fond of celebrities or models, but when I see her now, I keep admiring how beautiful she is. She is like an angel lowered to earth. Exquisite and very smooth. Her clothes look so expensive and branded that I often just shop around from a thrift or secondhand store. It's enough for me to even be in a second-hand or a thrift store, as long as I have something to wear and it is cheap. When there is an occasion, I go shopping there. I just pour hot water to get rid of any germs from it, do the laundry and I can wear it.

I drank the juice again at what she said. I felt I need to lubricate my throat. My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn't understand her very well.

"W-What did you say again?" Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she's talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn't look like a devil to me. Or maybe I'm just mistaken?

I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does.

"I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul."

I was devastated by what she said. "A-Are you the death? I don't understand." I drank the juice. Then later on I picked up the bread when my stomach started to get hungry. I need to fit everything I could. I wanted to choke, just in case, I became conscious of what I was doing.

"You like these things, don't you? The reward is good for you and yourself. You are the exact person who can help me run away from my life and my groom. I mean, soon to be my groom."

I was about to move by what she said. I have already consumed the contents of the glass. The taste of bread and juice seems to make my world a little brighter.

My hand breaks in the air. "Wait, just wait. I can't understand you because my mind was blocked. Maybe you can talk little by little so I could understand."

She nodded that she understood what I meant.

"I am a kind person and have a heart, Karina. Because I help you, you have to return the favor."

I looked into her eyes. The beautiful color of her eyes. She looks like a foreigner. I think she has a different race. She doesn't look like she's wearing a contact lens. "Y-You mean, you are the one who sent the groceries and the down payment to admit my mother to the hospital?"

When I took my mother to the hospital the other day, I didn't have any money, but I was admitted because someone had paid and had a woman's name. I think this is what the nurse was referring to. When I got home, I had grocery items at home. I was super blessed that day so I left the hold-up and robbery thingy job since I met her.

"Yup. And I'm ready to help you again if you can help me too... I only need one word from you. Yes, Karina. All you have to say is yes." But what kind of help does she need?

I don't think she would order me to steal or rob a bank. Nothing in her appearance shows it. She has jewelry that is real and can be pawned.

"Wait... I still don't understand. What exactly am I going to do?" I'm really confused by what she meant. Should I be nervous or should I give up because of what she's saying?

"You will pose as a girlfriend," she said. I still couldn't understand. I shook my head. I think everything who has a hole in me will bleed. I'm really confused. She's so confusing to talk to.

"You know, you can just direct talk to me. I'm here because I need money for my mom's surgery. It will take a lot of money and I don't know which hand of god I will take. If I'm just a girlfriend for your groom, okay. No problem. I can afford to do that. Even if I injure myself, as long as I can treat my mother and had the operation for her."

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"NO," she said firmly. "Girlfriend, not for my groom, but mine."

I even moved my little finger around my other ear. I think I'm deaf and need to be shaken. "Did I hear right? What? Are you a lesbian?" I asked directly.

She nodded slightly. My jaw dropped at what she said and it slightly bombarded me. You're a nice girl, lesbian?! Is there something like this?

"You could say that. I am a lesbian, but I'm not used to wearing as a tomboy did. I am a Lipstick Lesbian." My eyes widened at what she was saying. Does she say all this in front of me? Honestly, it is very hard to comprehend. "Lipstick Lesbian? I just heard that before." I still stared at her from head to toe. She is very beautiful and very smooth. The way she looks can hardly bother me.

If I only became a man, I would probably be the luckiest creature because she would be my bride. It's your literal cursing at beauty. Her gentle face was small, the nose was pointed; she was so white that the whiteness was dazzling. Looks like a radish, smooth but not pale because her cheeks are red, and looks like she's not wearing any makeup.

"And you will be my slave, Karina."

It shook me for the nth time. My world is in turmoil with what this woman is saying. "I am not a lesbian. I'm a girl," I hissed.

She looked me straight in the eyes. "I know."

I even taught myself. "Why me? Why it has to be me?"

He held me on both shoulders. "Listen to me. You need help, don't you?" I was like a robot nodding at what she said. "Then I need your help, too. You will not work for me for free. I will pay you and everything you need. I will provide it for you."

I pushed her hand away. "Wait, what exactly am I going to do?"

"You just follow everything I say. You will post as my girlfriend. I will present you to my groom to stop him from marrying me. I don't like him. I don't even love him. I don't like a man, you get me?" I just nodded until I comprehend everything. "How am I going to follow? Like a death and life situation?"

"I don't know what you are talking about but, you only need to obey me. You just follow everything I say. I'm not telling you, you're going to catch fire, but you have to follow me." She even brought her mouth close to my ear when she's sitting next to me. "You will do everything I want and whatever I ask you to do."

It was as if thousands of volts had flowed through my body when she whispered in my ear. Another horror enveloped me. A horror I don't know where it came from. Not scary, but I was a little nervous.

"Does that mean I have to sell my body to you?" I don't know if that's what she was referring to, but it seems like that's what she wanted to say.

She stared at me. Our eyes locked on each other. "Yes, Karina. Sell your soul to me."

It devastated me. Everything seems to amuse. But there is probably nothing wrong because I have nothing to lose. Also, it has been gone a long time; I mean my V since my ex-boyfriend got me pregnant and we are both not held responsible and our baby fell. I had a miscarriage.

Because of that, my life almost became a mess. I have a lot of things cursed, especially those as. shole guys. That's enough. It would be better for only women to benefit from me. It's worth it because she's beautiful. She also looks kind and it seems like everything I dream of for myself is all in her. I want to be like her. Sexy, beautiful, kind, and very perfect. She looks like an angel descending from heaven.

"I am easy to talk to. You will let your mother die or you will accept my offer. When you become my girlfriend, I am free to do whatever I want and not limited to anything, including..." She stopped what she was going to say and then polish me with her glare. I swallowed hard. I get what she means by that way. He looks safe, I think so.

"You don't have a contagious disease like HIV or worse?" I asked straightforward.

"No. Of course not. My body is clean as well as inside. Rest assured that I don't have illness and or diseases."

I nodded. "Give me a moment to think."

If I refuse, I will find no one who can offer me this, even if I sell my body or soul.

"Just name your price and I will give it to you, in cash."

I swallowed many times. I can almost agree. The money is just dazzling in my brain right now.