Aretta & Secrets

Bimbos

My laughter broke to see her behavior. I who was not good at socializing turned out to be able to talk casually with others, and it turned out to be with my own teacher, Mr. Aidan. Isn't that a big step forward. The first step I tried to interact with other friends. I hope I don't get nervous when I start talking later.

"Our father must be prepared. You also have to go to school because you have students that you have to teach," I said before putting my things in. After making sure that my stuff had gotten into its proper place, I immediately closed the zipper of my bag and attached it to the shoulder.

"Aidan," he said, "call Aidan. Don't wear Father. I taught her in your class, too." I flinched when I heard him talk casually to me. More surprisingly he seemed to remove the boundary of formality between us.

"Oh yes," that was my only reply and after that I immediately ran away leaving him and did not glance back.

I went to Mr. Aidan's class which somehow felt awkward. He didn't even look at me, not as usual.

I like situations where no one is watching me. It's just that what happened with Mr. Aidan was different. He looked like he was ignoring me. Or is it just my feeling. The attitude that suddenly changed was very disturbing.

After the bell rang I immediately cleaned up my stuff and covered quickly towards the door, leaving the classroom without glancing at Mr. Aidan at all. He was the first to ignore me and I was only replying to what he did to me.

I walked quickly to the canteen, choosing to buy salad and water as my brunch menu this time. Today I decided to go to the library. I've never been to the library and I don't know where it is either. It's just that from the map I received, the location of the library was not strategic and certainly the place was not frequented by the students.

The door of the library room was already visible before the eyes. I casually glanced around me and frowned as I watched a schoolgirl who had just walked out of the Lord's class. If you hear from children, there are indeed many students who do Bimbo with Pak Dewa. But I know what kind of Bimbo they do. I saw her confirming the slanted position of her skirt, unlike the rest of the girls, the girl's skirt looked wrinkled and there were also lipstick marks that flashed around her lips. It seems like he forgot to clean the marks. I just stared, not wanting to interfere in this business. Mr. God and a student in the room must have been able to guess what they did.

I don't want to be caught if I see. I quickly stepped into the nearest classroom and locked the door as quietly as possible. I peeked out from the small crack to see if the girl had already stepped away or not.

When I was peeking I felt a very breath around my neck and it made me jump in shock. My salad and mineral water all the way down. It was scattered which made me grimace to see it.

"It turns out you're curious, right? Wh why? Want to follow my biology guidance?" said that voice.

The insinuation made me turn around quickly. My eyes unintentionally glanced at the room. Damn, it turns out I even entered the room of Mr. God who is directly connected to his classroom. I'm for my stupidity. I should have avoided the Lord, but what happened was that I voluntarily entered his own cage.

I looked up, returning the gaze of God sir who looked disdainfully towards me. Why do I feel wronged here when he did wrong.

I was a little bit devoted to my stupidity that had dared to be presumptuous and did not know the place. When saying that meant that I also had to dare to accept the direct consequences of the figure before me. Because I had no intention of retreating. He should be aware of his position here.

And what happened next was, Lord God pushed me until I was cornered into the wall next to the door. The same position as he had done before. But the difference this time was that he did not smile, not even an annoying ignorant grin was visible. His black eyes looked at me sharply, his breathing even sounded irregular. He's very angry. All this time I've never seen someone so angry just because of my words. Usually what I say is only considered the wind then, and at the moment I feel a little satisfied when it succeeds in provoking one's emotions and that person is the Lord Sir.

"You mean what you're talking to me. I am still a teacher here and you have to respect me. Just so you know, they came and offered their bodies to me. I'm a normal guy and of course I won't turn down this opportunity" he said.

"And I remember you again. If until news of this sounds to the other party you will go directly to me. I'll make you suffer" he continued.

I was cornered and I started to get scared now, especially when he spoke his saliva flying. It made me more alert. I sharpened my ears trying to hear if anyone was out there. And if I scream will it sound? More importantly will they be willing to help me?

I didn't twitch, but my eyes still had time to read a sentence on her wrist tattoo. "Reyes" is in Spanish and I have to figure out what it means once I get out of here. I glanced ill-fatedly at my scattered brunch menu, as if he was aware of my expression.

"You're falling for your food and I don't think you need to eat" he said, pointing to my stomach. He insinuates me because I'm fat, but not directly.

I guess I've changed a little. But hearing the insinuations made me recall a dark time I wanted to forget. Caci maki from friends, terrible calls, exclusion, and also torture from them.

The Lord backed off and gave me some space. I'm already going to move out until a blow lands on my stomach. I stumbled and fell on the floor.

"You should've left by the time I got back to my room. Hear that?"

I nodded and it was not the answer he was looking for.

"Don't you hear?" he snapped again, and I answered "yes" slowly. After getting an answer from me he immediately opened the door and stepped on me just like that to get out of his office without caring about my circumstances. I've been used to being ignored, but he who incidentally is a teacher is really disappointing.