See for yourself

"Sefi!" A young man shouted as he stormed into the room. "You've got some nerve crying like that! You're not even married into the family yet and you're already sneaking around behind my back!"

What the...? Sefi was taken aback by the man's brazen accusations, she stopped crying and peered through her lashes at the person standing in front of her.

He was tall and dressed in a white shirt with jeans. She had to lift her head to be able to meet his gaze fully. He was around the same age as her and he had the classic good looks of a boy band idol, chiselled jawline, straight nose, dark eyes, thin lips, nice hair but his whole demeanour came across as arrogant and unfriendly. He was looking down on her and the look of disdain on his face was loud and clear. It was evident that he did not like her.

She was pretty certain she has never met him before, so what was he talking about?

Nathan threw the phone in front of her dismissively. "See for yourself."

She followed his hand and glanced at the phone.

On the screen was a young couple skating on an ice rink. The girl was very petite and pretty, she didn't know how to skate because she was slowly and carefully nudging forward, and the boy opposite was supporting her with both hands, propping her up. Every time she almost slipped and fell, he would catch her steadily and effortlessly. His smile was full of encouragement and the girl was smiling back brightly. Their laughter was so infectious, Sefi could feel the warmth and happiness even through the screen.

Cute couple. They looked like they could be an advert for ice skating rinks. But what did this have anything to do with her? She frowned at him, puzzled.

"What have you got to say for yourself now?" He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms around his chest, looking like a judge ready to sentence the accused.

What else could she say? Sefi made a face. Couldn't he see that she was a bloody mute now? The thought was too depressing, it made her want to cry again.

Then all of a sudden, she seemed to understand something. She glared at him, her eyes flashing. First, she pointed at herself, and then at the girl on the phone as if seeking some form of confirmation.

He ignored her, leaning over to pick up his phone.

She stared at the phone in disbelief, and the next thing she knew, she had dived forward trying to snatch it before he got to it. Nathan's reflexes were much faster, he instinctively swept the phone before her and quickly dodged out of the way like an expert basketball player.

Sefi desperately pulled at his arm, tugging his sleeve. Then stretching out her other hand, she clawed at his hand as she tried to wrestle the phone out of his hand. He raised the phone high above his head and using his other arm as a shield he defended himself by forcing her back.

"What are you doing?!" He demanded, feeling rather impatient. He was trying his best to keep a reasonable distance from her and yet she kept charging forward like a bull in a china shop. He could feel the softness of her body pressing against his clothes and it was making his ears turn red.

In the end, he had no choice but to result to shackle her slender wrists like the way policemen did to their prisoners. She squirmed like a fish on the shore trying to break free, but Nathan merely tightened his grip.

She carried on struggling then realising he wasn't about to let go, she sank all ten of her fingernails into his hands, punishing him for his disobedience.

"Let go!" He shouted. The pain made him wince and without realising, the force his hands were exerting became much greater, practically breaking her wrists.

What felt like a raindrop landed on the back of his hand. Only it was warm. He looked at it for a second then realising what it was, he immediately released his grip as if he had been burned by a hot iron.

Before Sefi had the chance to rejoice in her newfound freedom, she passed out on the bed.

***

After discovering she was the girl in the video and she could talk, Sefi's mood already felt lifted. It was as if the sky had cleared after a long period of rain and a rainbow suddenly appeared.

Although she still couldn't utter a single word at the moment, the girl that had been caring for her, Tracy reassured her time and time again that her beautiful Tenor voice will be restored soon, and it was the result of catching a cold at the ice rink.

Sefi wrinkled her nose at the suggestion, uncertain how of this should she be taking with a pinch of salt. First of all, she wasn't sure how beautiful a Tenor voice was. She'd always thought it was a typical male singing voice. She hoped she didn't sound too much like a man when she eventually gets her voice back.

And secondly, she knew it was a blatant lie to claim she had lost her voice due to a cold. It was from all the laughing and screaming she did at the ice rink. Which her newfound fiancé had evidence of. No wonder he was in such a foul mood.

Tracy fluttered around her non-stop, getting her drinks and wiping the corners of her mouth gently. Then she was plumping up her pillow and pulling the blanket up to her neck before tucking her in. Sefi did feel she was being well looked after.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, this not being able to talk businesses. Because at least it meant she couldn't say the wrong things and gave away the fact that she's not the girl that used to live in this body.