Guaranteed! Life changing results
*I guess I should put a trigger warning?*
Canned laughter blares into the living room. Fai is curled up on the couch with his arms around his knees and a cushion under his chin. I can clearly hear him chuckling like a kettle on full boil from the kitchen. He surely loves his reality TV shows. Just another lazy Friday evening. We planned on a movie date yesterday, but I should have known Fai would want to stay at home instead. And now Charlotte is coming over for dinner. I pick up the knife and start chopping at the pork filling. And my mind drifted back to a week ago.
“Charlotte keeps telling me how much she missed your wontons,” Fai said through the phone. “Can you give her the recipe, darling? You still need to be in the hospital for a bit right?” “Oh, tell her don’t bother. I will be back in a week’s time, and then I will make dinner for the three of us. I can even make a few dozen more for her to take away cause she loves it so much,” I replied.
Why did I ever promise to do that? She is my best friend, she is his colleague and I’m his girlfriend. So now here I am making a few dozen wontons. Gently, I rinse off the water from the bak choi and start ripping them into bite-size pieces. I really would prefer the two of us, Fai and me, having our own boyfriend-girlfriend time. We did not have time to settle down and chat ever since my surgery. Fai was never happier when I came back. He showered me with kisses and I feel more loved than ever. He even started calling me “beauty”, which I don’t really like. But you have to give it to him; the recent best thing is our sex. Woo. My sides still ache from the passion we had gone through just this past week. I smile a little to myself. I poke my head out of the kitchen and say in a happy tone, “Bebe, I love you.” “Mmmm… Me too,” Fai replies, his eyes still glued to his TV. Me too? Is that all you got? You should at least look me in the eye! My heart cried out. He and his TV. Ah, I know. His goddess is on the show today, no wonder. I roll out the wonton dough and start to cut circles out for the wrappers. Measuring them to make sure they’re the right size.
“Don’t worry, miss. We are the best doctors in the field. Your surgery will be nice and safe. We are now using markers to draw out where the incisions should be. The surgery will be done in no time.”
I seal up the last wonton and line it up with all the others neatly on a tray. Rows and rows of little delicate dumplings, waiting for me to drop them into the pot filled with boiling water. With the successful surgery, I come back feeling that I have dropped a huge load, I am healthier and more free. Nothing can stop me now; I am able to do what I wasn’t able to for so many years. It is amazing how…ding dong! “Charlotte’s here!” I race to let her in. “My dear dear Charlotte!” I squeal and hug her hard. “Oh my girl, you knocked my breath right out of me. I missed you so much; we haven’t seen each other since your surgery,” Charlotte smiles warmly and holds my hand tight. “Stop dancing around, I want to have a good look at my favorite little lady. And how’s it going, Fai?” Fai nods, his eyes still glued. This guy. “You look great too,” I reply and drags her to sit on the sofa. Charlotte inspects me closely for quite a long while. And just as I am feeling the stare and the silence is becoming a little too awkward, Charlotte lets out her charming smile. “Wow, Anita. You look so good and full of energy!” Charlotte blurts out, her eyes gleaming. “That’s what I have been telling her, she looks even prettier as the days pass by,” Fai adds. Now he decides to engage in conversation. Fine. “Thank you,” I blush pink, “I’m flattered but I am still the shy me I always am. And will always be your best friend.” Fai snorts and says, “Oh darling come on, you can be much more confident now. It is as if everything is the real dea– ” “So, wontons anyone?” frantically I cut in and rise from my seat heading towards the kitchen.
That Fai, I love him and I know he loves me back. But I’ve told him I don’t want to talk about my surgery. Does he still love me for me? Or is he just in love with my surgically modified body? We rarely talk anymore; it is like sex is the only connection we have now. Previously, we discussed about plastic surgery a lot because Fai wants me to look more like his goddess. I don’t really want to but it’s Fai who is asking, he loves me and I should do something to show him that I love him too. At least that’s what he told me. What’s wrong with my original body? And why does he just refer me as beauty nowadays? Anita. Please call me that. I want to say. But am I myself anymore? I bat my new luscious eyelashes with my double eyelids, and bite my filler injected lips. Picks up the wontons and drop them in. 50 pounds of fat and 5 pounds of skin off me and in these wontons. The wontons rise to the surface, but all I see are little plastic noses bubbling and boiling. Oil is leaking out from them. I feel my nose droop down and down and down. Maybe it wants to join its brothers? Using my no longer flabby arms, I scoop them up with a sieve. Plastic surgery, what have you done to my beloved Fai, is he just in love with my bo–
“My beauty, how are the – ahhhhh!!” Fai’s sentence turned into a yell in pain. I had fling the scorching hot sieve, wontons and all onto his face. Charlotte rushes in. Tears fill my eyes and my knees drops to the floor. “HE CALLED ME BEAUTY! He is not Fai. Who are you? What am I? Get away. Away!” shrieks echoed throughout the neighborhood.
