The Disgusting Kiss

It was during those days where I am not with my usual careful self. My flatmate and I are walking from Jarir Bookstore to Tamimi Market, a distance with a mere 50 meters or less.

I was talking to Ate Wilma while we were walking side by side, exchanging funny stories at work. I have seen the black *****  man, maybe in his late teenage years or in his early twenties, tall for his age, walking towards us while we were also walking towards the entrance of the market. I didn’t notice anything unusual about him. I mean, he’s alone and he seems to be walking only just to go somewhere else. He was already in front of us and in a blink of an eye, he grabbed my head with his big two hands and forced his lips to kiss me. My adrenaline might have worked hard so I was able to put my face away from him. Good thing I didn't tied my short hair so he was only able to kiss my hair. I put on all my strength to fight him while in the back of my eyes, I can see my flatmate punching him in the back. He ran away as fast as he grabbed my head.

We were not able to do anything. I want to run after him to get my revenge but my foot have planted itself on the road. I was trembling with fear. So is my companion. We entered the market while I was still shaking.

When we left the market, I was hoping to see him again and punch him in his ass but I didn’t see even his shadow.

I rubbed my face very hard when we got home, hoping to remove any trace of that yucky kiss. Everytime I remember the details, I tremble with fear and anger.

If with just a mere unwanted kiss and only on my face covered with my hair, I felt very dirty, how much more will be the feelings of rape victims?

What’s worse, we are in a country where even if you are the victim, with just a single lie of the perpetrator, you will be the one who will be jailed.

I fear for my life. And for the life of my fellow OFWs.