... Lina smiled. "Aren't they? We women are blessed. No woman should ever feel ashamed for their breasts or body when they have given life, literally, when they have aided God in his purpose for humans; recreation. Humans are made through us, little cuties. They come out to—"
"Drain our life" Valentine laughed.
"No, Val. They come out to give us a reason to smile. They come out so we can give them milk to survive. Do you know that women should be proud of themselves? …" Lina was done bathing and had her towel do the job of cleaning.
"I mean, isn't it awesome? They should be proud because they are opputuned to give another human being, his or her first ever meal, and for a couple of months more. They should be proud of their breasts for such task, because many women unfortunately, do not get the chance to do that, while some just run away from it, imagine running away from your purpose?"
"You're right, Doc" Valentine smiled and followed her out of the bathroom after cleaning her wet body. A body cream and a body spray was brought out from the container beside them.
"What type of bra do you use?" Lina asked Valentine.
"Umm…" she eye searched her bra and went to get it. "I don't know, normal bras?" She tugged her bra.
Lina chuckled, "Oh dear, there's actually nothing like a normal bra…"
"Oh?" Valentine wondered what she had been missing.
"Yes. Bras are made, selected and worn based on breast size and type…"
"Ow, tell me about it." Valentine had worn her briefs, and contemplating on wether to sleep like that or not. Lina noticed her perturbance
"You can wear my nightie, or whatever you like"
"Thank you! You're so sweet"
"You're welcome" a cute smile was shared. Lina covered her own body, while Valentine wore a bum short and a silky transparent top "So as I was saying, there are different types of breasts, like the east west, the centered, full breasts, semi full and the rest of them. And most, if not all, have fitting bras. Like the push-up. And for you, you should wear a T-shirt bra or a moulded cup bra.
"Okay, thank you, Ma'am!" She grinned.
They sat together on the chair, twingling each other's legs.
"How old are you again?"
"18, why? How about you?"
"I'm 23, nothing much, how you don't seem to know some kind things, and you're just awesome, and I see a strong girl in you"
Valentine's heart warmed, And sketched through her face. "Thank you, Lina. Well, I'm the only girl, I do not have an older sister, and it's just me and my Dad…" she shrugged. "You don't expect Mr Keftedakia to teach me some things haha"
"Mr Keftedakia?"
"Yes. That's what I call my old man most times"
"Oh what a name…" they laughed.
"I know right"
Lina's face loomed with worry, and she sighed. "I miss my mom already… I feel sorry for her sometimes…"
"What happened? You don't get to see her?"
"I do. Every weekend in fact. She is always busy, but she never seems to get over what happened to us, all the time I pray she does find and accept that it has happened already, and there can't be any reversal."
Valentine held her two hands. "What happened to her?"
She sighed. "I was only five then, Mom had just given birth to a very beautiful girl…" she smiled. "We were all happy, and I was rejoicing all the time that I had gotten a younger sister. One day, actually it was on a Valentine's day, Mom and Dad were going on a date, but Dad didn't show up, instead he went to a meeting and my sister was just stolen from her…" her eyes pushed tears.
Valentine, who shared in her misfortune, held her hands in her comforting palms. "My sister was just gone. My Mom blamed it on Dad, and divorced him…"
"I'm so sorry, Lina. Is okay, please don't cry. Do you still see your Dad?"
"Not in a couple of years now. It broke him too, he did all he could, but she was never found. So, he gave up. That was when Mom and I came down here, in hopes that being away from Italy will ease the pain. But each time I look at her, I could tell that she was still grieving, and she has masked her sadness with an ingenuine smile all these while… I miss my sister too" she bursted out and tears flowed effortlessly down her cheeks.
"Oh my Lina, you're going to make me cry now…"
She took her hands to her face to rub off the ever flowing tears. "Please don't" she said through a bearable smile.
"Come here" Valentine pulled her into her arms. "Now you can cry on me, baby. You will be fine" she said patting and caressing her back.
****
Night was before them and they were cuddled up in bed looking into each other's eyes. Their hands were together with a mild and strong clasp and their eyes were ever in admiration to each other.
While their lips held back the words that ran deep in their hearts yearning for freedom, to reach the ears and do wonders to each other's hearts. But they should hold their peace, for some words are better left unspoken. But should it?
"You're beautiful, Val" Lina whispered to her hearing as they laid on the bed, facing each other in close proximity.
Valentine's heart gladdened and became pertinently written on her face. "You too, Lina"
"I'm already envying the man that would marry you. I bet he is somewhere now, working hard, smart, intelligent, strong, kind, lovely, handsome, and above all, has a good heart and deserving of you. Because you're worth more."
Valentine smiled, her speech, and her lips were fully drawn, and painted her face with a very beautiful expression. Lina couldn't help but get allured
"What you did was exceptional…"
"Oh about that, I did what I had to do, he's just a jerk."
"And because of you I will always stand up for my self"
"Really?" Valentine was pleased.
"Yes. You have proved that anyone is capable and has the right and power to fight for themselves, and …" she slid her hand to her face, and over her hair. "And what they love" they both smiled. "We can beat fear."
"Yes. We can… and talking about Josef Bond, he is kind of complicated, I mean, somehow. No, really, really complicated like he's got a big deal going on in school
"You might be right… "
"How long has he been here anyway? And if he is a new student, why is everyone making it seem like he is some kind of God worthy to be feared?" Valentine asked.
"According to what they said, he has graduated three times already