Aretta & Secrets

Mr. Aidan

I'm getting used to my new routine. Wake up in the morning, clean my bed, take a shower, and get ready to go to school afterwards. Every morning I leave early. Sneaking and as much as possible does not cause noise so as not to disturb the occupants of the house. I always go to school on foot. I chose to leave early because at that time the vehicle smoke and exhaust had not filled the streets.

After knowing if the distance of home and school is not too far, walking is an option. After all, by walking I can clear my head a little and usually I also repeat the lessons before the exam while walking. But unfortunately now my mind is a little disturbed by the various events that I experienced in school.

I knew school life wasn't always fun and I didn't expect to have many friends either. But why are they all treating me like I'm an alien. Other than Rendi no one wants to talk to me first. If you ask me why I didn't start, it's because I'm confused. I used to be alone and never had any friends. I also don't know how to start a conversation with someone else so we can become close friends.

Since the last time God Sir's lesson, I really haven't met Rendi yet. But it looks like we will meet later because today there are sports lessons.

I do love sports, but I wish I didn't get hurt, because even though I can endure all the pain I've ever received, I can't, honestly there are times when I want to live a quiet life without being overshadowed by pain and pain.

The wound I received had now turned into a ghastly yellowish-green color. If touched it hurts more than when I first received this bruise. And the good news is that it's a sign that my bruising will get better soon.

After many years of experiencing events like this, maybe my skin regeneration is processing better and of course they are also experts at repairing injured tissues.

I enjoyed this cold morning. People were also already seen wandering around with jackets wrapping around their bodies. Every time they talked there would be smoke coming out of his mouth. I think back to the work I received yesterday. Salary from there must be nothing, let alone the shop It looked deserted. But at least with the money I received I became more free to buy something. Like a shirt or a car? It would take me decades if I wanted to buy a private vehicle. Or should I buy a new phone? Because the phone I use is a breech from Gio.

But my main goal is to contract a house that I can use to open a business. No need to be wide, 3 plots of contract is enough for me. But it seems like I have to wait another 3 months until I turn 17, and for the rest of the day I have to stay with Mama and Gio.

Speaking of Gio, I haven't seen that guy since the first day I went to school, and I think it's really weird. He would always make fun of me, and since my days were too quiet it almost made me lulled up. Or maybe he's staying at his friend's house? Gio does that a lot. A very wise man.

I glanced at the cheap watches I've had for several years. The rope part already looks worn and seems like it will not be able to survive if I wear it for the next 2 months. The time listed shows at 07:20, maybe buying a new watch is the best choice. Anyway I really need that thing. I still had 40 minutes left before the bell came in and I decided to stop by the cafe yesterday.

I feel like I'm going into another dimension. The warmth began to crawl into my body. Eve in here is very different from the air out there. After ordering the black coffee I decided to go back to sitting on the spot yesterday.

Not long after, my coffee was served. I've been dissolved back into the novel that is telling the story of a boy who has no reliable friends and family. Since her life story is similar to mine, I find it hard not to read the continuation. I was very curious about the ending. I read books while listening to acoustic guitar instruments. I can play guitar myself, I just never tell people. Know for myself if I don't have friends.

I can because I study by self-taught. At first it was just a fad to read books in the library. Then learn about the song. I played guitar not as an escape, just interested and ended up being a hobby that I really enjoy. I play a song I like and then make my own and that's how I learn. But because my hands are blistered it seems like I'm going to be out of guitar for a week or two.

The song was over and I just felt like the sofa was swaying a little. I was shocked by the presence of others. I still look at him without a sound. He also looked at me and it seemed like he also saw my fingers moving in the book. The curious expression of his face was not well hidden.

"Guitar" I said. I was a little surprised because I started talking to other people myself. His eyes sparkled slightly then his binaries disappeared a moment later.

I don't know what brought this guy back to me. For me he is a person who should not be approached freely and he is also a figure that I should respect at all times.

Mr. Aidan was that person and he nodded as he received an answer from me. He seemed to have lost his interest in watching me and what he did next was to sip back his ordered coffee without glancing at me. I blinked my shoulders unconcerned and chose to look elsewhere. Wallpaper on the wall is my choice. An abstract painting that although I looked carefully still did not make me understand what the charm of the painting was.

Mr. Aidan seems to be able to read my mind. He interrupted suddenly and instantly made me settle around us.

"Devil, right."

I grimaced unwell. Why did he say it so straightforwardly, even though I had refrained from commenting.

"Why should be said sir, it is not delicious if heard the same that has," I whispered slowly.

"I'm just saying the truth."

"But not exactly dong."

He chuckled and looked at me again, "Our assessment is the same so it doesn't matter. After all, the painting wants to be seen from which side it does not look interesting."

"There's one way to look attractive, sir," I said seriously and it again attracted Mr. Aidan. The man looked at me with a strong curiosity, "let's see with your eyes closed" I said. A small smile I could bear when I heard it penetrate.

"If it's mending don't have to be seen."